There are many nights where I do not fall asleep, I lay there with a parade of thoughts marching through my mind. Sometimes these thoughts are worries or fears, sometimes they are imagination, sometimes they are memories. Needless to say, they keep me up. This parade, without a brass band still make noises that keep me from sleep.
Sometimes, though, I stay awake and after the parade passes by, my thoughts are distilled into prayers. Last night was such a night. I lay there initially thinking of how my hip was bothering me and after trying different positions trying to get comfortable, my mind went on to other things. I once more, mentally, worked on the opening lines for my book. These opening lines have been written and rewritten several times over the course of my life. I am finding that they are coming into a clear rhythm and I will write them down soon. (This is an aside to my sister who has reminded me that she has yet to receive pages to edit).
After the success of mentally writing my first few paragraphs of my book, I thought about Little Man and Little Miss and their toy room here in our home. With help from my youngest who was here last week, the toy room is undergoing a change from toddler toys to things that will hold their interest. I hadn’t expected them to grow so quickly, I guess this Grammy just wanted them to stay small longer.
Finally, after the parade ended and like all parades the only thing left was a bit of clutter from the confetti of thoughts. I mentally swept it up and came to the most important part of all of this, Prayer.
I prayed for friends, for their health, for their lives, for their finances, for their families, but, I knew there was more I had to do before sleep would come to me. I got out of bed and quietly stepped out of the bedroom, hoping not to disturb my hubby. I walked through the living room stopping to pick up the pictures on the table. Two of my favorite pictures, they are of my oldest and her hubby on their wedding day. The two of them holding on to each other on the beach. The other is my youngest and her hubby, also on the beach, but posing with our precious puppy.
I took the photos and held on to them, hugging them as if I were hugging them in person. I went to the guest room and opened up the curtains. I held onto the pictures and prayed. I thanked the Lord for the four of them and then looked, for the first time out the window.
It is sometimes in these quiet moments when you think you are doing something, that something else out of the blue happens. This was the case last night. Although the prayer for my kids was wonderful and touched my heart, the view from the guest room window was a gift in itself.
Last night the moon was full. The light flooded our front yard that is filled with trees. The light filtered through the leaves and the front yard was dappled in the moonlight. I stood for several minutes looking at the scene. Everything was still. No wind, no breeze, just stillness. Our gazebo, the trees and the ground painted by the Lord in moonlight. Peace came over me and I knew without doubt, that all the thoughts and prayers that had gotten me to that point would be taken care of.
I walked through the house, looking through each window. The views I pay attention to in the day were now dreamlike. Quiet was everywhere, no birds singing, no tractors in the distance, nothing, just stillness.
In Mark chapter 4 in the Bible, a part of the scripture says that Jesus commanded the sea to be at peace, be still. The seas obeyed Him. Last night, after the parade in my mind, I looked out my windows and heard, “Peace, be still”.
Thanks for stopping by today, Cathi (DAF)