Have you ever woken up with your neck hurting or your arm feeling like it’s ready to fall off? Here’s what’s funny! We say, pretzel-clipart-1127602-by-bnp-design-studio-royalty-free-rf-ysfyp2-clipart“Wow, I must have slept funny.” There is nothing funny about sleeping funny. I think we should reserve that saying to when someone wakes up wearing a pair of Grouch Marx’s glasses, saying, “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.” That’s someone who has slept funny.

The expression came about because someone’s spouse looked at their partner sleeping and saw them twisted up like a big, buttered-up pretzel covered in salt. They had had an argument before the offended party went off to bed. So, predicting the pain that was soon going to be in their partner’s body, they snickered sadisticly, thus the phrase, “sleeping funny” was born.

I could understand it if we said, “I slept painfully.” It makes no sense to say, “I slept funny.” Now, I’m not trying to beat a dead horse. Wait a minute, why would someone even desire to beat an alive horse let alone a dead one! But there is more than one way to skin a cat. Good thing a cat has nine lives. One of their lives is gone, because curiosity killed it! Enough about harming animals with our English language. I am talking about harming myself with our language by sleeping funny.

David, in Psalm 63:4, refers to raising his hands to bless God. He must not have slept funny the night before writing that verse. Or it was penned after he got his body moving a little less funnily. A few verses later, he wrote:

“I lie awake thinking of You, meditating on You through the night. Because You are my helper, I sing for joy in the                           shadow of Your wings. I cling to You; Your strong right hand holds me securely.” Psalm 63:6-8 (NLT)

These verses offer some great advice. Whether my sleep was deep and restful or I slept funny, I can choose to meditate on God. Instead of focusing on the loss of feeling in my right arm, I can focus on God’s faithfulness. My stiff neck may want some attention. But I can think about, meditate on, God’s unfailing love.

No matter how you and I have slept, we can choose to sing for joy. Why? Because God never slumbers nor sleeps (Psalm 121:4), so we can always count on His strong right hand to hold us securely. Good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite. We really do have a strange way of saying somethings.