Sometimes I wake, and lo, I have forgot
And drifted out upon an ebbing sea!
My soul was at rest now resteth not,
For I am with myself and not with thee;
Truth seems a blind moon in a glaring morn,
Where nothing is but sick-heart vanity:
Oh, thou who knowest, save thy child forlorn
-George Macdonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Lord my God, don’t let me forget my part in the covenant you’ve made with me. On my bed I remember you. I think of you through the watches of the night. If you wake me each morning with the sound of your loving voice, I’ll go to sleep each night trusting in you. In the night I remember your name, O Lord. I relish everything you’ve told me of life. I won’t forget a word of it! Point out the road I must travel; I’m all ears, all eyes before you. (2 Kings 17:38; Psalm 63:6; Psalm 143:8; Psalm 119:55, 16)
