“By day the Lord directs His love, at night His song is with me- a prayer to the God of my life” (Psalm 42:8).
Have you ever felt that all too familiar churning in your stomach and the tightening in your throat, the feeling that you can’t quite catch your breath? In the night, when the distractions of the day have gone, the telephone does not ring, and your family lies asleep, your mind begins to wander, often taking hold of the one problem that has been plaguing you. In the stillness, where there ought to be peace, there is instead an unease, a restlessness, and sometimes, even a creeping feeling of hopelessness. Its name is anxiety, and cold and fearful – capable of capturing every fiber of your being.

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Trapped in the “what ifs?”
In the summer of 2002, I found myself in such a place. My family and I were moving to a new state for the third time in eight years. There was so much to do and so much that was unpredictable. Being an organized and methodical person, and one extremely uncomfortable with change, the move and its uncertainties plunged me into nights of worry. Our house was not selling; we had to find a new one to buy, but couldn’t without the sale of the other;; and we had to do it all in a little over one month. The packing and the smaller details didn’t concern me as much as the logistics and timing.
Each day brought new problems, and as I tried to handle those, the future continued to loom. There seemed to be no easy solution and I was, for want of a better word, lost.
The details of this experience are not as important as the effect they had on me. As a committed Christian woman, I focused on God, trying, in every way possible, to discern His will for our family. Knowing deep in my heart that He had a plan and that He would work in a way that was ultimately for our good, I wanted to make sure that we made no false step. But no matter how often and fervently I would pray during the course of my day, it was at night that my mind would go everywhere as I dwelled on the “what-ifs?” and the uncertainty of the days ahead.
I remember being so desperate one night, that I closed my eyes and repeated “Help me, help me” quietly as a sort of prayer. My heart pleaded with God even when I could find no other words to express what I was feeling. As I cried and felt the sorrow engulf me, I began to tell God how much He meant to me and how I relied on Him. Many times I repeated those words. In a rush, small pieces of Scripture verses began to come to mind, mostly from Psalms, and I repeated them over again. Slowly I felt my body relax, my stomach settle and my breathing ease. I drifted off to sleep, spent, but not despairing.
Now, as I sit in the sweet home God has provided for us, and the details and problems that so occupied my mind have been resolved, I know that God carried me through the difficulties of those earlier days. I also know why I prayed myself to sleep and found comfort each night in the dark.
It is for these three simple, yet powerful, reasons – relationship, authority and presence – that we can find relief when we pray ourselves to sleep. The problems will still be there in the morning with new ones no doubt added, but we wake rested, with a grateful heart, ready to walk with a God who loves us.
How did you know I felt like you! Indeed it is when I cry out to Him it is when He lovingly says to me “See, I haven’t forgotten you! I have engraved you in the palms of my hands!” and “I will never leave you nor forsake you” “Like as a father pitieth his child so the Lord pitieth those who love Him.” “For we Know that nothing can separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus”.
We need that assurance ever so often!