I will lift up my eyes to the hills— From whence comes my help? 2 My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber. 4 Behold, He who keeps Israel Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is your keeper; The Lord is your shade at your right hand. 6 The sun shall not strike you by day, Nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve you from all evil; He shall preserve your soul. 8 The Lord shall preserve your going out and your coming in From this time forth, and even forevermore.
I’ve heard this called the bedtime psalm. Sure beats the one I grew up with:
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
The childhood prayer above offers me no comfort during a night like last night. If the worst outcome of 15 or so total hours of noxious symptoms last evening and overnight were to repeat itself, I would need the truth of God’s word on my mind and in my heart. Some wishful rhyme uttered as a “prayer” has only the fleeting power of a feel-good sentiment. It wouldn’t refresh my husband enough either to feed me or carry me to the bathroom again. Only God’s word has the power to transform our fragile lives, and I know He will transform mine someday. I know he sustains my beloved with supernatural strength. Only God’s word provides sustaining grace for all who suffer, for when sleep will not come.
This afternoon I must somehow get to 2 medical appointments despite the lethargy, pain, sweats, stiffness, low grade neck headache, ringing in my ears, and so on.
Oh Lord, I do hope these trials end soon! Maybe I can nap later this afternoon? Yawn.