Last night I woke up at 3 AM and couldn't go back to sleep. Too much on my mind. Too many things to do. Thinking of bills to pay and appointments to make and generally a Monday morning anxiety that happened in the middle of the night.
So as I lay listening to the air conditioner kick on and off repeatedly due to the low of 78 degrees (another bill, natch), I decided to have a talk.
Not with myself. Although that has been done before.
I had a talk with God.
Actually I talked and He listened but it felt like it was a very honest and two-way conversation. I talked about things that have been weighing on my mind; I talked about my family; I talked about my friends; I talked about my hot water heater; I talked about something I read in a book this weekend.
I never went back to sleep and when the alarm went off at 5:35 to go meet Robyn to run, I totally didn't want to go. But I did. And I ran. And I sweated. And I took a cold shower before heading out to work.
And here I am. Wishing I could be that honest all the time and wondering what it would take.
And wishing that everyone was as good a listener as God is.
EXTRA
Blog read of the day - Donald Miller of course - The Stuff of Good Friendships. I've taken the challenge, how about you?
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