A Liturgy for Going to Sleep on a Boat

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It takes a good amount of honesty to God and placing your full trust in Him when one is anchored at night in a bay on a boat...

Psalm 90

Rev 4:11

Will your anchor hold? Who is my Anchor?

"Jesus, You are. You are God Almighty, Creator of the beauty surrounding me. You calm the waters. You led us here to the waters. I can trust Your goodness for this long night.

I come, before the Throne of Grace. I will wait here for rest, because You give rest to those who wait on you. I am unworthy but feel You, through the peace that enters my heart as I envision myself laying prostrate at Your feet".

I remember: Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

I will say: "He is my Refuge. He is my Fortress. I trust You, Father".

I remember: He will save me from snares and deadly pestilence. He will cover me with His feathers. Under His wings I find refuge.

I will say: "He is my shield. He is my rampart. I will not fear".

I remember: He commands, His angels concerning me. I have my own personal body, heart, and soul guard. He guards me in all my ways.

I will say: "I love You, Lord. Thank-you for rescuing me and protecting me. I acknowledge your Name. You are God and You are good. You are Faithful. I call, You answer. You are with me in trouble. You deliver me".

" I confess fear and anxiety( I'm worried about dragging anchor and hitting the rocks although there isn't any nearby)( I want to lie still in my bed and not be moving on water) to You, O God, the One who parted the Red Sea. The Very One who made the winds and the waves."

I fall back asleep...I rest...I wait...I trust...I am Loved.

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power. Who Was and Is and Is To Come...

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