Champion of the weary, thank You for undergirding my fragile being. I ache with exhaustion. Oh, Lord, help my whirring mind to settle into the quiet night.
… Rinse Your Spirit over impure and unkind thoughts that have found harbor within me…. Give me tenacity for Your higher plans. . . .
I sink into my bed and, more importantly, into Your reassuring arms. Sleep comes as a friend.
Patsy Clairmont, in Pillow Prayers. © 2005 Patsy Clairmont Published by J. Countryman/Thomas Nelson Book Group