by: Carole L. Haines

Forwho is God, but theLord? And who is arock, except our God,
³²The God whoencircles me with strength, andmakes my wayblameless?
³³Hemakes my feet like deer’sfeet, andsets me up on my high places.
³⁴Hetrains my hands for battle, so that my arms canbend a bow of bronze.
³⁵You have also given methe shield of Your salvation, and Yourright hand
upholds me; andYourgentleness makes me great.
³⁶Youenlarge my steps under me, and myfeet have not slipped.
(Psalm 18:30-36 NASB)

I am probably one of the very few people who can say that they hate naps. When I take a nap, most times I wake up from them in a panic, with racing thoughts and full of anxiety. I try not to have to rest in the afternoons. But that can be hard when you struggle with sleeping only…