Then I lay down and slept in peace and woke up safely, for the Lord was watching over me. Psalm 3:5 (LB)
At first glance it may seem like no big deal. David lay down and slept peacefully. I do that every night. But then you read the subtitle of the chapter. It says, “A Psalm of David when he fled from his son, Absalom.”
David is fleeing for his life. His son has gone postal and wants to kill him and take over the throne. David is hiding in caves, hiding in the woods. Bad enough knowing any moment, he could be lined up in the cross hairs but imagine how he feels knowing it’s his own son with his finger on the trigger.
I cannot fathom the pain I would feel if my son, Nathan, and his buddies were chasing me through the woods.
So what does David do? He lays down and sleeps. Peacefully, no less! He has complete faith God will protect him.
I only wish I had that kind of faith. I am no where near that level. Not even close. But maybe someday.
There’s another story of a guy sleeping in the midst of a life threatening situation. In fact, it’s David’s great, great…grandson, Jesus.
He and His disciples are on the Sea of Galilee when a storm comes up that has even Peter reaching for the Dramamine. About the time the boat is ready to go under, they find Jesus lying on a pillow, checking out the back of His eyelids. No fear. No worry. He was at peace in the midst of the storm.
If you’re going through some stormy times of your own, here’s a question you can ask yourself. Where would you rather be? Sailing on peaceful waters without Jesus, or bailing water in the midst of a storm with him in the boat?
Someone hand me a bucket!