Pinch Me; Is This Real?...Never Mind. It's Real. (Ouch.)
I am living in a state of constant thankfulness that the life I am living now is actually mine. Years of wishing for friends, for a decent job, and most of all for spiritual direction, and now it is all mine. The shock has slowly worn off, replaced by gratitude and a certain wary acceptance. I mean, I don't deserve this. I deserve death and separation. I get life instead, abundant life, which is what He delights to give (Eph. 2:1-10).
Right now I am all too aware of reality, however. Up late with cramps...ugh. At least I don't have to work tomorrow and can sleep in. One night last year, I went to bed at midnight and woke up with cramps at 5:00 a.m. on a Monday morning. I took some painkillers, wrapped myself in an electric blanket, hunched over my Xbox controller and hoped (1) that blasting some Covenant and Flood would distract me; (2) that the ibuprofen would kick in soon; and (3) that it was really Sunday morning and not Monday, because if it really was Monday I had to go to work in a few hours and there was no way I could stay away during the 45-minute drive to work, much less tutor all morning on five hours of sleep. I don't actually remember the drive; I do remember being face-down on a hard table at the Writing Center, holding back a silent scream as someone told me my first appointment had arrived...early...and of course it was an English Lanuage Learner...who had no concept of grammar, spelling, or organization...whose paper was due in four days...who couldn't make it back to the Writing Center before then, so I needed to fix everything right...now....
Bleargh. Anyway. I feel a bit better. I have been instructed by Wombat1 to put my feet up on my pillow, as that will increase blood flow. I don't know much about blood flows and the increasing of same, but I am willing to do a Pippi Longstocking if it'll help me sleep. At least I have thunder to listen to as I attempt to relax. I will think on a greater thunder, of which the present is only a shadow:
Behold, a throne set in heaven, and One sat on the throne. And He who sat there was[a] like a jasper and a sardius stone in appearance; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald. [...] And from the throne proceeded lightnings, thunderings, and voices. Rev. 4:1-5Does that not blow your mind? From the throne established on the heavens, spanning the universe, come these noises. What are they? Who makes them? What purpose do they serve? What do these noises say about the G-d who Himself speaks with a voice like many thunders? Mysteries, the things of eternity, to be pondered, to be fingered in the mind and turned about this way and that, trying to make sense of it all and being awed at the same time...it's good for the soul. David always said to meditate on the L-rd in the night on your bed.
Although David never had cramps.



