Today I am a teeny tiny tired mouse for the Holy.
No flowery words, no enthusiastic songs of praise, no heart-filled storytelling.
Aren’t some days like this?
Last night–one of those sleepless nights again. Can hardly move. I feel so tiny and invisible and exhausted.
Can a sentence of prayer come forth?
Please, Holy Heart, on those days when we’re soooo tired, help us to still do Your will. Dear God, feel our fierce desire for thee even when we’re too woozy to form complete sensible sentences.
For some reason you wanted us awake at 11 a.m., at 1 a.m., at 5 a.m. Perhaps we dozed in between times. Perhaps you waved your holy wand and turned us into a Cinderella mouse after midnight with whiskers and tiny creeping feet in the basement of the Holy.
Spirit comforts: it doesn’t matter if your offering is big or small. If your energy will climb mountains or stay tucked under the covers. You are not worthless in your teeny tiny-ness. Small babies, come unto me, no matter what your age, and we will doze together on the couch throughout this late autumn day. Your value shines because you exist, because you simply ARE my child!
Hear these words, any of ye tired readers out there. Any of you moon-gazers with weary blank stares out the dark bedroom window at 3 a.m. We are not worthless, even in our wordless exhaustion. The Holy Heart knows.
Anyone else having trouble sleeping some nights lately?
Day 9 of a seventy-five day journey to more deeply connect with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.