So many times I go to bed afraid, or I lay in bed with fear in my heart, This body God has given me is his, He has asked me to take care of it, of his Temple and yet things happen to this "Temple" that I can not control. Why would He let this happen to me, to others, I wonder. The body decays and gets old daily, but why are some robbed of such wonderful things. While I'm seizing I want nothing more, than for him to scoop me up, hold me and whisper into my ear..."Daddy's here"...yet all I hear is myself screaming. Tonight I read Romans 8:15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba Father"!
Abba Father, I cry to you, hold me tight...as I sleep help me be still and know you are God, and although I may not feel you physically, I pray your presence would fill my room! Thank you Jesus!
