I asked my husband what he did during his awake time. He said his mind started going down a list all the near-misses in his life; the really stupid decisions he made as well as risks he had taken, imagining what should have happened. When we're young, consequences don't seem as up-close and personal as they are when maturity knocks on our door. He could not understand his survival rate in comparison to the situations that nearly took his life, nor the reason for the grace that came his way. After reviewing his extensive list, he said he fell peacefully asleep.
I've heard drinking warm milk or cocoa helps insomnia, but then so does a dose of NyQuil PM. One of my favorite movies, "White Christmas," has a scene in which Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney discover they both have trouble sleeping. Bing suggests a glass of buttermilk along with a liverwurst sandwich. That sounds to me like trouble, not a treatment. Then they segue into what I consider to be one of the most beautiful songs in the movie. The lyrics go like this:
Count You Blessings
Irving Berlin
(from the 1954 movie "White Christmas")
When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When you count your blessings and do the math; you'll realize you are exponentially blessed!
3 comments:
I adore psalm 89. One could do a month long study on it and still not have it all.
Well said, again. Thanks.
I agree... so much on mercy. The next verse is so powerful. I love to try and visualize the reality of this. It's amazing.
I love that song, and it contains excellent advice. Now I'll be humming it all day!
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