Hear the day knock its last pans together and go quiet. The list on the counter can stay a list, and the unanswered messages can glow unread in the dark. Somewhere water is lapping softly at a wooden post, and your boat is already tied.
"Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee." — Isaiah 26:3 (KJV)
Tonight's prayer Lord, my mind has been a small boat all day, swinging loose with every wind. Here is the rope. Tie me to You. The worries bump against the hull, and I let them bump. You promised perfect peace to the mind that stays on You, so I stay. I trust You with the thing I did badly, the thing I forgot, the thing waiting for me at nine o'clock. The tide may rise and fall, but the dock does not move. Keep me till morning. Thank You for holding what I cannot hold, and for a peace that was already here when I stopped to look. Amen.
Blessing for your rest May the Lord who does not move keep your mind tied fast and your heart rocking gently tonight. Peace over you, and over every sleeping soul beneath your roof.