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he says firmly. Part of me is thrilled to still have a therapist, while another part of me could do without the parental lecture regarding my behavior. “We will bump you back up to weekly appointments until you feel like you have more control. As for the sleeping, I recommend finding a book to read before bed.” “A book?” I interrupt. “Yes. Pick something that interests you and designate an hour before bed to read. Screens can keep your brain overstimulated and make it difficult to fall asleep,” he explains, glancing at his watch.

Lullaby and good night, With pink roses bedight, With lilies o'er spread Is my baby's sweet head. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed. Lay thee down now and rest, May thy slumber be blessed. Lullaby and good night, You're your mother's delight, Shining angels beside My darling abide. Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head. Soft and warm is your bed, Close your eyes and rest your head.

'Sleep my child, and peace attend thee, All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night While the moon, her watch is keeping All through the night While the weary world is sleeping

Jacob, with his bright eyes still sparkling from the day's adventures, eagerly climbed into bed, his father's strong hands tucking the covers snugly around him. "Sleep well, my brave young prince," Christian murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "May your dreams be filled with magic and joy, just as you bring magic and joy to our lives." Mary knelt beside Jacob, her tender touch brushing a lock of hair from his forehead as she placed a soft kiss. "Goodnight, my precious Jacob," she whispered, her voice a melodic caress. "May the night embrace you in its gentle embrace, knowing that you are cherished beyond words."

“May the One you’ve run from, become the One you run to.” The words weren’t for him. They were for God. But she hoped the wind would carry them. She did not go far. She sat near him once more, not on her mat, but beside the terrace where he slept—her scriptures in hand. She opened the scroll, not entirely to read, but to remain close. Something in her heart was stubborn enough to watch over him as he slept. And as the night deepened and silence reigned, the stars above bore witness to a strange kind of holiness—where a broken king slept beneath the gaze of a praying woman, and all the palace seemed hushed by grace.

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he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

Something explainable. But lying awake at night, heart racing for no reason she can name… …it’s getting harder to pretend there isn’t something wrong. I slip into bed and pull the blanket up. Close my eyes. And pray — not to Mother’s version of heaven — but to simple, blessed silence. Dreamless sleep. Please.

" There are more bumps, and I'm getting more afraid by the second. Taking Mitchell's advice, I sit on the couch, open my bible, and close my eyes. Soon, my living room turns ice cold. I can feel the darkness getting heavier. Tears stream down my face, and I open my eyes. That small, still voice whispers, "Read Psalms 23 out loud." Softly, I read, "The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want." My back door creaking makes me stop abruptly. It's silent again, and I read more. I hear a thump and stammer, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For You are with me."

“I’ll help ya to your room.” Roslyn went to her room after helping David settled in his room; they skipped their usual night devotion because neither of them is in the right state of mind. David sat on the edge of his bed with the holy bible lying next to him; he wanted to read the scripture so badly, but he worried he wouldn’t know what exactly to read. The last time he’d read the scripture was fourteen years ago, when he was still a young teenager. David meticulously picked the bible and opened it page by page until he got to the book of Nahum 3:19. The scripture that has to do with healing, not just healing of the physical body but of the mind and heart. He read diligently so as not to mi