SLEEPING

There is the rest for the body and then there is the rest for the soul. What resting for the soul is to me is the time we let it breath with a wind of spiritual refreshment. It is to relax the thoughts and essence from all the distractions and let the soul truly be the focus point of a given moment.

Some might call that contemplation others part of the act of worship, but the problem is those occasion such as during fellowship often ensnare with rituals and our created list of “must do.” We can easily get consumed in dozens of distracting thoughts, which lead to emotions that involve our body in the process.

Sleeping on a spiritual level in terms of relaxation to me is more an issue of exhaling all the chaos that might confuse and take us in the wrong direction. It is to allow God’s spirit to be the serenade of our moment. In short, it is to from my view lift our awareness of the moment to what God wants us to see and think about.

That isn’t as easy some might think. We can regard ourselves as practiced at such activities, but how many times do we often end up in other worlds of our own creation rather than the doorway to heaven?

It might seem like a picky point of view. But I just see it so often. All the striving to find the spiritual harmony. All the haste and activity that takes place that keeps our eyes blinded to God’s revealing light.

One of my activities during the week is attending a bible study. I always find it fascinating how often the conversation drifts to everything, but the bible or anything spiritual.

This isn’t intended as a criticism. Just an observation that what isn’t a priority is to refresh the part of one’s essence that you would presume should benefit the most from the process.

There is a lot of talk about the problems of life the endless burdens each person must carry and the sharing of experiences that people feel is important. Little or no time is spent really reflecting or simply taking time out of analyzing things to listen, genuinely listen to the voice of God. (I’m afraid at times if we did that the response might be mainly to tell us to shut up for a change.)

We drift on our islands of consciousness across the endless sea of NOW. Sometimes we look up to see the clouds others we think about them. But so often we never listen because it doesn’t occur to us that they can speak to our spiritual ears. The clouds being a symbol of course for more than this life.

May the light of pure reflection warm. May God’s truth be preeminent in all things. And may be seek to know what truly shines within with a sleep that will refresh instead of make us chase what will we never catch.