Thursday, April 23, 2009
For everything, turn, turn, etc.
I realized I was coming out of sleep, being turned from my right side to my back ...
That phrasing is deliberate. I wasn't turning myself, as far as I could tell.
And my first microthought was not again!
Then in the next split-second, I thought: "God is turning me."
Then I thought: "This is easy. I usually shake the bed when I turn over my large self (ask Dr. ER). But I'm not turning myself. God is here and is turning me over."
Then I thought: "Why is this turning so easy?"
And I sensed this come from the Cosmos yet from a source as close as my own breath: "Because you're letting me turn you."
And although I'm whipped from lack of sleep, I've been thinking about this all day.
I'm driving. Jesus is the roadmap. God is the road. (Or something like that!)
Satan, such as Satan is, is strapped into a child's seat in back screaming his silly head off because he's not getting any attention.