The softness of night is here. Dogs are snoring on the couch, and husband has tucked himself into our Armish Oak bed. Love this time of night; when the quiet sings sweet lullabies in my head, and my eyes grow heavy with dreams yet visualzied. God’s blessing to the end of a busy day weaves a comforter warmer than the heavy denim that covers our bed.
“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you.” Jm 4:7
Thankful praises drift slowly through my foggy brain – dreams of builiding something together again – the call of a student’s story to listen – a Grand’s hesitant touch of a red fox pelt that Papa found on his walk this morning – the excitement to read aloud an old book to Grandma “One Fish, Two Fish…” – the echo of looking at a daughter/mama who once read that same book in the same happy voice – another Grand’s tiredness overcoming his curiousness as he curls into his daddy for comfort. Treasures beyond measure. Reams of dreams yet to be.
“Wash your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom.” Jm 8-9
But memories are two-edged swords. Repentenance pleas of sharp words, glances and failings that nip at my heels when I am not careful. Frustration over choices that I do not understand. Demons that haunt those I love. Pain and doubts that I can not answer…….for myself or others. My knees quiver as I curl tighter into myself and see the abyss’s darkness that always re-appears to block my path.
But I am blessed, the pit’s allure has lost its fearful power, and I no longer fall too deeply. Its deceptive reflection reminding me of how much higher I need and can reach.
“Humble yourselves before the Lord, and He will lift you up.’ Jm 4:10
As always, His melody sings and His sweet lullabye surrounds me. The evil one has no power against this and the path is made whole once again by prayer requests in my heart. Perfectly orchestrated counterpoints to His melody — miraculous rays entwined to carry forth healing to those in pain and weakness — those with torments that do not show — those unspokens that only He knows. Toes uncurl, fingers outstretched, and my hand reaches out to grip the One that lifts me up.
It is my nightime prayer; it is the sweet lullaby in the softness of the night. It is the soft bed that welcomes me. It is the soft quiet of the night at the end of a busy day. It is the knowing that God dances over me as I sleep, delights in me and reaches out His hand to lift me up…everyday – everynight.. Sweet dreams to all of you.