I know, touchy subjects I suppose. But this is my journal and I’m looking for answers. Comments are welcome!
I’ve struggled with getting to sleep for years. And struggle is an understatement in the last year. My health has always been pretty good, however, a struggle this year. I’m told by the guys with the stethoscopes that the only thing that they can deduce from my symptoms and experiences is a sleep disorder that is affecting my blood pressure and these scarey symptoms are all part of it. A lady doctor told me she thought my problems were about not grieving recent deaths. Hmmm. I sleep well about every other night when I’m exhausted from very little (and I mean very little!) sleep the prior night.
This leads me to my latest episode last night. Yesterday was my “good” day, awesome, felt like myself, had fun. My day was a great one actually. Then in the late afternoon it hit. My blood pressure took a hike – upward. Way high again. All of my ugly symptoms alerted me to what my blood pressure was doing. I had taken my highest recommended dose of meds by late evening and they were not doing their job. I continued meditating and doing the best blood pressure lowering breathing that I could muster. It wasn’t helping. In fact, my BP was going higher! By 2 am, I was exhausted, considering yet another trip to the ER, trying very hard to visualize good things but ending up right back in my scariest thoughts. I was, to say the least, desperate. I had moved into sheer terror and fear. And that was not helping my blood pressure – at all! That’s when I suddenly got help. I don’t say this easily or carelessly. But it was nothing short of a miracle. If you had been there you’d understand.
OK, this is the God part.
I think there are a lot of different names for God if we believe in a higher power – I call mine God. My belief is that there is no doubt – God exists. In fact, I don’t even consider it a belief – it’s who I am. Me and God. I don’t talk about it much at all but it’s always there. I don’t go to church, at least at this point, but I talk to him regularly. My Dad was a preacher. Yes, I’m a PK (preacher’s kid). I enjoy good conversations about spiritual things with a few people but I rarely talk about being a PK to most people. They expect me to know verses and have answers. Uh…Not! I’m not proud to say that I did more note-passing and day-dreaming in church than listening. Not to say I didn’t have my spiritual experiences as a young person – a few funny stories about some of those.
Over the years, I’ve tried many times to read the bible but it’s totally confusing to me – I have a very difficult time understanding and applying what I read. Those who can and do, amaze me! I have read other easy-to-understand translations. They’re interesting but even if they’re inspired, I question words. They can be interpreted many ways – depending on many things – human perceptions and motives. I would like to have a bible written by God – not translated by humans who may or may not have agendas. I have my favorite verses but I rely mainly on my very personal communication with God. Thus the spiritual and not religious comment.
I have huge questions of my own. (I’ll be writing about those and comments from anyone who happens on to my questions will be welcomed!) Most of the time I don’t want to think about my questions. Not saying that’s smart, but it makes things simpler for me right now. I’ve spent so much time in my life trying to figure things out. Having faith, “just accepting” and believing are not my strong suits. I’m working on that…in a lot of areas. Balance Grasshopper….
Well, last night – in the night – in my desperation, I was talking to my Dad – in my thoughts. I was missing him terribly. Right up until his death, I could call him from wherever I was and he’d say a prayer. It almost always – 99% of the time – helped me. He’d invariably ask God to “renew my mind and my spirit”. And God did. It seemed that My Dad had a real connection. My sister seems to have that connection… but it was 2 am! Not a good time for a phone call.
Anyway, that’s when it happened. It wasn’t my Dad but I felt sudden relief. I felt God. I haven’t experienced this – to this degree – except for one other time years ago when my best girlfriend was killed by a drunk driver. I was deep in grief over my loss and suddenly felt the comfort of God. No other way to say it. I had grown up hearing about “The Great Comforter” and that spirit was very real for those moments. And it relieved my angst. I don’t know how to explain the experience so I won’t try. It wouldn’t work and would sound woo-woo. But it happened. It happened again in the night. It was a complete surprise. I sure can’t say that I used the power of believing – “believed” it was going to happen and then brought it on myself. But I’ll gratefully take it!! It was quite the opposite. I was in a “fear spin” and far from being able to be positive – even with my best effort. I was shocked. Very peaceful – immediate and sudden – And very, very grateful. That Great Comforter again – I recognized it immediately. In my head I was singing “He Touched Me” (Gaithers).
I finally went to sleep!
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