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Sighing at night is normal, but so is the Bread

The last two nights have not been easy ones. Pressures of the day from work and church kept me up. When I did drift off, they woke me in the early morning darkness.

My only relief came when I practiced the presence of God the Father; when I recalled what Words from him I knew by heart. One night it was the Lord’s Prayer.

It strikes me how many times the Psalms refer to tossing and turning at night. The sighing seems normal for one who wishes to walk with God.

But the temptation is always to get rid of the pressures. To confront so-and-so; to try to get out of such-and-such. Why wouldn’t the Lord work it so that this-or-that changes for me?

The crowds came to Jesus because they were fed miraculously. They wanted more. They saw him as the Sugar Daddy. “Sir,” they said, “always give us bread …”

And the answer: “I am the bread of life.”

In my tossing it did occur to me: I knew struggles like these in the past, but I can't recall now what those struggles were over. In those previous times, I also called out to God. That I can remember.

Sighing at night is normal. The comfort comes not with change, but with the Bread that is always with me.


Psalm 5.1-3 Give ear to my words, O LORD; give heed to my sighing. Listen to the sound of my cry, my King and my God, for to you I pray. O LORD, in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I plead my case to you, and watch.

John 6.34-35 They said to him, "Sir, give us this bread always." Jesus said to them, "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never be hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty

John 6:27 Do not work for the food that perishes, but for the food that endures for eternal life, which the Son of Man will give you. For it is on him that God the Father has set his seal."


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