I'm a mom, so I can almost always sleep. I'm so sleep-deprived that I lie down in that soft bed and it doesn't require any effort at all - I just drift off to dreamland.
Also: I'm a mom, so I can't always sleep. Once I plunge into the glorious depths of cozy dreamland, there's no guarantee I can stay there until morning. Someone might be lonely, or have a bad dream, or need a fear aired and calmed. Someone might sleepwalk or remember something funny or absolutely definitely right now need different pyjamas. Someone might need a drink and have forgotten how cups and taps work.
And then there's the rare night that I lie in bed and yucky things from the news niggle in my mind and I worry about the future and what my kids will have to face and -
and I can't sleep until I remember what the angel of the Lord told the shepherds, who were also up, keeping watch in the middle of the night.
"Fear not, for behold I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord." (Luke 2:10-11)
The good news: Jesus is with us.
And I don't know what kinds of flocks you're watching over, friends, but I pray that the good news will meet you where you are.
Fear not. Jesus is with us.