The closing of the day can be a needed respite; necessary time to restore your body in preparation for a new day. However, it can also mean fresh fear for many of us. Nighttime–for some–means facing deep sorrow, or anxious, intrusive thoughts. It means fitful sleep and restless mental wandering. Ultimately, it means exhaustion–in every way possible.

As believers, we know this isn’t of the Lord.

My Help Comes from the Lord (Psalm 121)

A Song of Ascents.

121 I lift up my eyes to the hills.
    From where does my help come?
² My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth.

³ He will not let your foot be moved;
    he who keeps you will not slumber.
⁴ Behold, he who keeps Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

⁵ The Lord is your keeper;
    the Lord is your shade on your right hand.
⁶ The sun shall not strike you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

⁷ The Lord will keep you from all evil;
    he will keep your life.
⁸ The Lord will keep
    your going out and your coming in
    from this time forth and forevermore.

We know–even though the terrors of night threaten to erase it–that we are kept. Our Father does not sleep, neither will harm come upon us. He holds us. He comes alongside us. He has given us precious promises by which we are sustained and upheld. Dear beloved saint of the Lord, rest.