I don’t really have time to blog this morning but I’m going to shoot for it anyway.
I don’t know what it is about this year, but it’s been hard to take care of myself.
Taking care of myself would include both my spiritual/physical and/or emotional needs.
“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body,” I Corinthians 6:19-20
Especially these last few weeks, I haven’t been very good about this.
Sometimes you don’t want to exercise every day. Or go to sleep on time. Or eat something that isn’t cake. Or drink something that isn’t beer. Or go to church every week. Or…
You get the idea.
I think, and here’s my point (I swear there is one!) that it’s harder to take care of yourself, when you feel like God’s promises to you are void. Or when you feel like there’s no plan for your life. Seriously, because regardless of if you acknowledge it or not, you’re subconsciously saying “What’s the point to anything?” and you’re living with that question.
Some believers think (without realizing they think it) they’re unworthy of the Father’s rest.
“…for he gives to his beloved sleep.”
It’s interesting how some of us are getting our sleep, but not our rest. It’s interesting how some of us are getting our rest, but not our sleep.
I began to dream again this morning. The first time, in awhile. I dreamed of people I used to know and of people I know now. I don’t understand the dreams yet but maybe if the Lord is willing I’ll get discernment for them.
I’m off to dance to some Dean Martin.
Blessings to all my friends!