Resting in the Father's arms...

Not my usual type of title, right? Well, I've been thinking... Not always a good thing, I know... But I've been having trouble sleeping lately, really resting. I toss & turn & wake up feeling just as tired as when I went to bed the night before.

So last night as I lay on my bed--restless, tired, frustrated, anxious, irritated, and aching from the days activities (or lack thereof)--I began to think. I began to think about lots of things that were in no way helping me to relax or sleep. And then I began to think about the One that created me, my Father in Heaven.

I remembered that when I draw near to Him, He will draw near to me. I remembered that He gives rest to those He loves. I remembered that no man can add a day to his life by worrying. I remembered that He has promised to never leave me or forsake me. And I remembered my favorite passage from the Psalms:

13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
16 your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

And I rested, for the first night in many, there in my Father's arms...