Lying awake while thoughts wrestle with each other for my attention. “I must not forget. . .”,
“What if. . .?” “Will. . . do what they threatened?” “How can I forgive. . .?” Sometimes it isn’t thoughts as much as feelings. Fear. Anger. Frustration.
Then I remember, “Find rest, O my soul, in God alone. My hope is in Him.”* David wasn’t pleading with God to give him rest, he was reminding himself where to find his rest. His hope, his confident expectation was in God alone.
