When I remember You on my bed, I think of You through the watches of the night. For You are my help; I will sing for joy in the shadow of Your wings. My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.
After a loss, the night can be the hardest part. Maybe the day had people and small tasks to lean on, but once the light is off the house goes quiet and the missing comes close. You might lie there listening to the fridge hum while sleep stays on the far side of the room.
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