'Creep into our Heavenly Father's bosom

Creep into our Heavenly Father's bosom

A beautiful story is told of Rudyard Kipling during a serious illness a few years ago. The nurse was sitting at his bedside on one of the anxious nights when the sick man's condition was most critical. She was watching him intently and noticed that his lips began to move.

She bent over him, thinking he wished to say something to her. She heard him whisper very softly the words of the old familiar prayer of childhood, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I shall die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take." The nurse, realizing that her patient did not require her services, and that he was praying , said in apology for having intruded upon him, "I beg your pardon, Mr. Kipling; I thought you needed something." "I do," faintly replied the sick man; "I need my Heavenly Father. He alone can care for me now."

In his great weakness there was nothing that human help could do, and he turned to God and crept into his bosom, seeking the blessing and the care which none but God can give.

That is what we need to do in every time of danger, of trial, of sorrow — when the gentlest human love can do nothing — creep into our Heavenly Father's bosom , saying, "Now I lay me down to sleep." That is the way to peace. Earth has no shelter in which it can be found — but in God, the feeblest may find it.

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