Sleep makes each night a Sabbath for the day. Sleep shuts fast the door of the soul and bids all intruders tarry for awhile that the life within may enter its summer garden of ease. The toil-worn believer quietly sleeps as does the weary child when it slumbers on its mother’s breast. Morning devotion anchors the soul, so that it will not very readily drift far away from God during the day. Past experiences are doubtful food for Christians; a present coming to Christ alone can give us joy and comfort.