The “sweet repose” of turning everything over to the Lord at bedtime

“When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath the wings o’ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.” Harriet Beecher Stowe (1855)

Many a night, when I’m tired and “subdued by toil,” I consciously fold myself into the Lord’s reassuring presence. He sustains and protects our soul, our conscious individuality, even when we’re sleeping. So, whether we wake up here in our bedroom or in the next room of continuing life, we can rest comfortably saying: “Oh, Lord, ‘keep’ my soul, nurture and shelter it until I’m once again awake, once again finding you with me.” (Living Calm, ©️2016, chapter 54)