BY: Jana Greene
It’s the stone-cold middle of the night, or rather the wee hours of the morning. I’ve had a migraine for three days now, you see. It’s making sleep very difficult.
Last week was full of wonders and worries. I received some scary health news and it’s been difficult to digest. It’s given me a fresh excuse to entertain anxiety, and man oh man, am I anxious tonight.
On tap for this evening’s show is General Anxiety, hosted by Exhaustion. Primal Fear makes a cameo as well. Special guests include Low-Simmering Anger, and special guests Frustration and Depression threaten to make an appearance. All from the comfort of my own bed!
No wonder I can’t sleep.
I tell God about my worries. There is much mental hand-wringing and emotional gnashing of teeth. He already knows how I’m feeling but he is patient in listening to my ramblings. To him all my ramblings are valid, because I’m his child.
I would quiet my mind and try to meditate, only to hear the clamor of anxiety approach. I am hearing the far-away cacophony coming closer – all noise and discombobulated chaos. Horns, whistles, drums….all at once. And all on me.
I consider how very much my mental health IS like a one-man band. I’m handling several random instruments at once, playing none of them well, and oy vey! What a racket!
Music, I think to myself. I need music to calm my mind.
So, I popped in my earbuds and started with Tibetan “singing bowls” on Spotify. When I couldn’t get my Zen on with that, I listened to some chill music featuring sounds of nature. You know, like a massage therapist might play to help you relax.
But no. I was too wound to enjoy it.
I know! Georgian chants! My husband got me music at a little monastery outside of Atlanta years ago of monks reciting Georgian chants. Surely that will help get me out of my head and calm the savage migraine beast.
I tried. I gave it a good, long try. But still couldn’t disengage my mind.
So still, I felt yucky. I felt sick from worrying about my family and my health and my diagnosis. And a global pandemic. A world upside down,
“Why aren’t you soothing me, Lord?”
It was an honest question.
But by being with me, he IS soothing me.
I think he wants to BE with me, more than make it al about my obsessions and problems.
I want him to conjure up those pink clouds of blessed assurance. I want to feel delivered. But Instead of having immediate calm and zen fuzzies, I could feel him take my hand and hold it in his, where we sat and sat with each other, quiet as church mice.
And slowly, anti-climactically, I sense a peace come over me. But it’s not the peace of mended bodies, fixed families, answers, or dramatic miracles. Not the kind of peace you get from having crystal-clear resolution.
Nope, it’s a MUCH better peace.
It’s the peace of knowing my God – Creator of the cosmos – will come sit with me in my yuckiness. That’s the place he meets us.
And sometimes that has to be enough.
I can feel the Spirit over the din of the one-man band, and it’s comforting to know I’m not alone.
No chanting of monks, no singing bowls. Just the absolute assurance he is with me and in me and for me. He wants to sit with me in my funk, and he will lift me up out of it in due time.
You’re not alone either.
I pray God himself will come sit with you in the yuckiness, until that dramatic miracle comes.
God bless us, every one.
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*Wrote a reply on your site* *but it didn’t stick!!!* *I could have written every word of this* *sans the migraine and your health issues* *though in no way as eloquently* *but want you to know it could have been* *my last night’s ghost with pen in hand* *Thank you, one more time, Jana* *for being so excruciatingly transparent* *and vulnerable, and thus identifiable with* *(never end a sentence with a proposition* *I rather think that is the least of my worries at the moment !!!!*
*He is not called I AM for nothing* *no past, or future frames him* *only the generous NOW*
*with love, my friend!!*
On Tue, Apr 6, 2021 at 12:45 AM The Beggar’s Bakery wrote:
> Jana Greene posted: ” BY: Jana Greene It’s the stone-cold middle of the > night, or rather the wee hours of the morning. I’ve had a migraine for > three days now, you see. It’s making sleep very difficult. Last week was > full of wonders and worries. I received some sc” >
Hunkered in the bunker beloved!!!
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I love you, friend!!!
Love you, sweet friend! Thank you for reading my work. Have so much admiration for you! ❤️
We want God to take the anxiety away NOW. But I guess there’s something about the sitting with it with God that has to come first. Sigh. Okay then. 🙂 Feeling the presence of God’s love and gratitude for your wisdom.
Love you, sweet friend. You inspire me. ❤️
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