“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.” Child’s Bedtime Prayer—18th Century
It seems like soooo long ago.
Those nights, when I’d kneel at the side of my bed, fold my little hands, and say that prayer.
And sometimes, I’d even personalize it with God bless Mama and Daddy, my friends (naming each one) and the whole wide world (which was “in His hands”, by the way)…
Then, I’d go off to my sweet dreamland with childlike trust of a good night’s sleep.
No worries. No fears.
Because I really believed, with my whole heart, that Jesus heard my bedside prayer.
I really did “lay me down”.
But then, life happened.
My simple little girl prayers were replaced with grown-up ones that started out something like these:
“Oh God, I can’t…”
“Dear Lord, please help…”
“Jesus, take away…”
“Heavenly Father, why why why?”
Whatever happened to giving Him my “soul to keep”?
Giving Him my everything?
Instead of taking matters into my own hands?
Think about it this way.
When we lay something down…we release our power…
We let it go.
And transfer the weight…the burden.
Then, why is it so hard to release the “me”?
To the One who can set me free?
You see, Jesus laid it all down on that cross so that we could live in eternity with Him.
ALL of it, friend.
When I lay me down,
He picks me up
And promises me rest.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 (NIV)
So…maybe now is a good time to lay me down.
Don’t you think?
I’ll start, but feel free to join me, okay?
Father, I’m gonna…
Lay me down some pr-I-de.
It’s so hard to see when my eyes are on me.
Lay me down some perfection.
You love me just the way I am.
Lay me down some fear, fear, and oh, did I mention fear?
You promise to never leave me or forsake me.
Lay me down some worries.
Thank you for your peace…I’ll be asking for it again tomorrow.
Lay. Me. Down.
Beloved, why not lay down that thing you’ve been carrying for far too long?
Let it goooo…
Out of your hands and into His nail scarred ones.
It’s as simple as that.
As simple as our childhood prayer.
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.”
Now. I. Lay. Me. Down.
Spread your joy,