THE TABLE AND THE DUSTBIN
I've only recently realised that I'm a chronic over-thinker and need lots of time to process, whether it be the emotional challenges I've faced, issues with my loved ones, world events, spiritual realities, podcasts I've heard, stuff I've watched on the telly...If I don't try and sort it all out I'm like a computer with lots of programmes running at the same time, my thinking slows down and sometimes my heart gets frozen.
This probably accounts for the insomnia I've also suffered from for decades because I've gone to bed with way too much on my mind (sleeping much better at the moment!)
A few weeks ago I put the light out to go to sleep and as usual found myself reviewing various different things - emotions to do with relationships, inner conflicts, anxieties over the children (it never goes!), what or how I should have said or done something earlier in the day, who dunnit in the crime mystery I'd just watched etc etc - an endless tickertape.
As I came before the Lord with all these things to try and pray, he led me in my spiritual imagination to a table. Just an ordinary table, not an altar. And said 'lay down all your stuff on this table my dear'.
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