My father had a bedtime routine that makes me smile to think about it.

About 10 o'clock each night he would meander into the kitchen.

Crumble a piece of cornbread into a glass of buttermilk and drink it. He then made the rounds

to the front and back doors checking the locks. Then he would step into the bedroom I shared with my brother and say,

Everything is secure boys. You can go to sleep now.

I believe God loves his children.

He monitors your life. He doesn't need to check the doors. He is

the door. Nothing will come your way apart from his permission. Listen carefully and you will hear him say,

everything is secure.

You can rest now.

By his power, you will be anxious for nothing,

and discover the peace which passes all understanding.

This is Max Locato.