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"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Zombieland

Been seeing life through a fog of late. It's to the credit of the Creator that human beings can still function when their vision is impaired and when the uppermost part of the human torso is functioning at minimum. I feel as if I've emerged from Zombieland... the home of the Undead... a place of no rest... perpetual sleeplessness... or the plain of the sleep deprived. Now and again the head feels as if it has gone two rounds with Rocky Balboa and then into a blender. Call it stress... or an overactive imagination  but I seem to be a victim of overstimulation or brain overload.


I was under the simplistic  impression that when one's children learn to sleep on their own, life returns to some semblance of normality. Of course when offsprings are part of the equation, life doesn't return to what it was Before Children.
Sleep becomes all-important when its a scarce commodity. And it can't even be bought.  Suddenly that 6 or 7 hours of continous slumber is the one thing that stands between sanity and despair. Even the littlest annoyances become insurmountable Goliaths... at least to a insomnia induced fog-beseiged brain.

No wonder sleep deprivation has been used as an enhanced interrogation technique if The Scarlet Pimpernel is to be believed. It is pure torture not to be able to sleep when the body is clamouring for it and when you have a child throwing a fit because you're not moving fast enough to please her.

Hence, it must be, I imagine, helpful to have a theology of sleep... to borrow terminology I recently heard a well-known Bible teacher use.
When one goes to bed with a mind full of cares, it is in overdrive "worrying about tomorrow"... worrying about things that may hypothetically occur... things that may not occur and things that are largely out of our control.
Why do we take our worries with us to bed? Gluttons for punishment certainly. Irrational attachment to the bad stuff.  Mainly it is because we do not believe or trust. We do not believe God when he says that he will take care of our needs. I can say this with the confidence of the expert...  and the specialist because I specialize in worrying about things I can't control.
In such moments, I find it helpful to recite the 23rd Psalm or Proverbs 3:5,6 from memory... it helps me to focus on reality from God's perspective.
My perspective is deeply flawed... coloured by my own inadequacies and my frustrations over my inadequacies. My perspective is limited... constrained my humanness and sinfulness.
But God sees all... He is outside of time and not limited by it. The beginning to the end.He is Lord over all.
Even sleep...

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