As my head is stayed from sleep, I pray the Lord my dreams to keep should I tire before they’re made Oh Lord, I pray; ‘come to my aid But lo my heart as stubborn is Again, to fear has yielded will where I did quiver, I shiver still My dreams as is, I dread to miss When my hands have worked the plough, muscles ache, sweat stains the brow zeal has swallowed up my will But – oh my heart is brim-notch filled Dear Lord, I long to sleep and dream to see what was, what is

When I have trouble sleeping, It’s comforting to know that there are grown women out there who feel as small as little girls; who feel how I’m feeling. In moments like these, I long for my mother’s arms. The other night I thought of you. I stayed up wishing I had the strength to push my fears aside and put my mind to rest, if only for a few hours. But those fears, they’re big and tall and mean and… they make me feel so small, momma I should not be losing a wink of sleep over