At 3 a.m., I woke with a start to the sound of a loud argument. I ran to the window to see what was going on and saw a car taking off, like a rocket. It screached to a stop a few houses away, and a woman was ejected, shouting “Shit!”
Immediately, I recalled insane nights doing insane things in the middle of streets. Somehow I don’t believe it ever occurred to me that there were people in those houses who were sleeping. That I might be waking them up. That for some of them, waking up in the middle of the night is nearly a tragedy. Sometimes I feel that it is a tragedy for me, because I cannot go back to sleep.
I got up and had a cup of coffee. I had a nice hot bath. I turned on the heated mattress pad for the first time this season (it is 48 degrees outside), slipped back into bed, and tried to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. Now I am having a second cup of coffee and will soon go out into the world – which will probably wake me up.
Oh! My kingdom for the ability to go back to bed right now!
When I was younger, I was flailing about, searching for meaning in spirituality that made no demands upon me. One of those things was palm reading. When I studied my life line, I found that it is broken into three sections. The first part is a messy line, then it breaks and a strong line continues, straight and true. But that line also breaks, and then another line continues. I interpreted this to be my drunken life, then my sobriety and new life. I feel that I might be at the end of that strong period and heading into another. My prayer is that I will be sober for this life too. But it seems that it will be full of challenges. That’s OK.
God has seen me through difficult times before and I have faith that he will see me through whatever my future brings. I have always come to the other side of terribly challenging times and realized the priceless things I learned or how going through these things has changed me – for the better.
I am choosing to trust in that now.
Goodness Gracious! Great Balls of Friday!