Too tired to sleep?
Yes. That describes me perfectly.
I tried to go to bed twice. Used the warm milk, dark room, purring cat therapy. Went to bed. Nope. Tried the ear plugs and fan method. Nope.
I’m wide awake. The questions are a mile long and a yard deep. The answers are… missing.
I hate not knowing. I hate unanswered questions. I don’t know what God is saying. Does it mean, “NO” or “NOT YET” …or something else???? Like… “DOH! You didn’t listen!”
But, as a friend of mine reminded me, “I loathe the unknown, but God seems to really like it a lot.”
I suppose I can file this little experience under “sermon prep” and pretend like it’s a spiritual experience. But at the moment, it just plain stinks.