I found this little gem of a bedtime prayer as I was leafing through some old papers tonight. A humble surrender by Pope John XXIII after a tough day at the office...
"I'm tired and I'm going to bed. It's your church. Take care of it."
Just like that. I love it. Better than Memory Foam or Posturepedic or white noise or mindless television or Benadryl...or whatever it is that people fix themselves to sleep with. Ahh, the real peace that comes in trusting that all is taken care of. Just letting go...and letting God.
(sigh.) I think I'll give that one a try tonight.
