I sat in a great meeting last night, full of men I respect.
The topic was prayer & meditation and well of course it go me thinking. I realized that when I rest on my laurels with regards to prayer, it's harder for me to turn things over. I grip. I control. I am self will run riot.
It was with these thoughts that I returned home last night, really focusing on saying a little thank you before bed and drifting into a sleep that was both welcome & necessary.
3am rolls around and Chris & I are jolted from our beds by what I can only describe as pounding that sounds like someone jumping rope in the apartment(s) above us....it's not the first time. We dress and climb the stairs (to talk to them...again) but can't tell what apt it's coming from. I toss & turn the rest of the night as it happens a few more times. My mind won't stop racing and I come to one thought
How do I turn this over? I pray a bit for guidance, more so I wish it would all stop. I'm usually good at seeing a solution but now I'm not sure. I feel like I'm whining but I guess I need an outlet. How do I go about resolving this in sober manner? I will continue to wait for guidance, and pray that I be directed where I'm supposed to be
God is everything
A part of my Dad's spirit - is a part of mine.
2 months ago