I flip the lightswitch, plunging the bathroom into darkness. I’m careful not to make a sound as I ease the door open, My bare feet scuffle blindly, silently, across the bedroom carpet until my toes find the dog’s bed. I bend down and whisper loving nighty-nights to her as I stroke her silky fur.
My Jesus, You are the Light of Love, ever shining in the darkness. Even when I can’t see You, I can reach out in confidence to touch You, knowing You are there.
Warm and drowsy from the bath, I let the silky robe fall to the floor and I slip between the freshly laundered sheets. The cool, smooth cotton is a soothing balm to my flushed, damp skin. Musk and Sandlewood fill my nostrils; the heady scents of bath oil permeate my senses.
Jesus, You are my cool refreshment, soothing me when I fall into You. I breathe You in; Your perfume fills me.
I inch upward until my heavy head finds the hollow in the pillow. The tension in my neck is eased. Tendons and sinew unwind, my shoulders relax, vertebrae align.
Jesus, when I submit to You, when I align my will with Yours, we are in harmony; we are one.
I snuggle down into the pillowy mattress. It conforms to my curves, creating a nest for my tired body. My limbs start to loosen. My muscles begin to unknot.
I melt into You, Jesus; You contain me. I am being molded into Your image, and it is Heavenly.
I fumble for the blanket, pull it up to my neck, then around my ears. Not quite warm enough, I grope for the quilt, find it at the foot of the bed, and add its comforting weight. Like a cat, I luxuriously arch my back, straighten my knees; my bare legs glide between the layers of satiny smooth cotton. I sigh in contentment.
Jesus, You are my covering. Without You, I would be exposed and ashamed, cold and lost; but in You, I am safe and warm.
I roll onto my side, and one foot snakes across the expanse of the king-sized bed until it encounters his warmth on the sheets. My ever-cold toes are in ecstasy. Just a bit farther, and it brushes his calf. I relish the simple touch.
Jesus, You caress me from within, You warm me, You are an ember burning brightly in me.
All sounds, save for his snores, are extinguished by the white-noise of the fan. I try to clear my mind of the inner cacophony resounding in the silence. I concentrate on Him.
”Be still, and know that I am God.” *
The whirlwind of thoughts in my head does not cease, but it fades in the shadow of His presence
I am secure. I am at peace. As I talk with God, I drift off to sleep.
Jesus, You are my rest.
”I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, LORD, only makest me dwell in safety.” Psalm 4:8
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