One of my favourite Psalms when I’m not able to sleep is:
1 My heart is not proud, O LORD,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.
My three year old son loves his cuddles. He climbs onto my lap, snuggles his head onto my shoulder, and wraps his arms around my neck. He doesn’t want me to do anything, he’s not trying to figure things out or have a long conversation with me, he just needs me to be there for him.
It’s said that God speaks in a whisper. It’s hard to hear a whisper until you’re quiet and still enough to listen. I get so busy sometimes with doing and thinking I forget to take the time to still my mind so I can listen to my spirit.
And if I’m quiet enough, I can just hear the whisper of God. He’s humming to me a lullaby.