On my bed I remember you: I think of you through the watches of the night. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. (Psalm 63: 6, 8 NIV)
I lay in bed, experiencing insomnia from stress and worry. Unable to stop the unwanted thoughts I tried focusing on the least-stressful times of my life. I imagined myself as a little girl, holding my dad’s hand as we walked down the street. My little hand in his bigger one felt warm, safe, and comfortable. What a joy it was to spend time with my dad.
Desperately, I wished to recreate that feeling so I clasped my own hands tightly together. Glancing down I realized that they were positioned, ready for prayer. It reminded me that my heavenly Father was as near as a prayer and available to offer me his warmth, security, and comfort. Sleep came easily after that.
We can hold our Heavenly Father’s hand anytime we turn to him in prayer. We can experience all the blessings, promises, and peace that knowing the Father offers us. What a joy to walk with our Father.
Prayer: Heavenly Father, we can turn to you and you answer us. Thank you that we can feel secure in your care and trust that you will walk with us. Amen.
