She's a recent widow and sleep
Doesn't come easily.
Her thoughts return to the dying days,
The saying good-by days, and her
Mind doesn't want to shut down.
I had the same problem in my
Early grief.
I sang quiet songs.
I repeated Scripture.
I prayed.
And sometimes I pictured my Father in a
Sturdy rocking chair holding me close to
His heart, rocking back and forth,
Back and forth,
Back and forth until I finally fell asleep.
The mental image soothed me and
Slowed down my racing brain.
I told my friend I would pray for her, and
I did.
Lying in my own bed last night I prayed that
Jesus would rock His hurting child to sleep.