its 2:18 am

This past week found me driving half way across the USA. I left DFW on Thursday of last week. I arrived in Baltimore last evening. This morning my dear friend gifted me with a massage. I haven't been right since.  I have been all mushy... I'm pretty mushy anyway, but this mushy is a deep in the body mushy.  I slept through lunch, through dinner, and through the evening. I got up and listened to a few songs on Pandora Radio, answered a couple of e-mails and settled in for sleep early.  Sleep came. Wondrous sleep.  But now it is time to continue sleeping and I, admittedly, am tired - very tired.

But I have songs on my mind - and life on my mind - and the bible I love in the truck outside - unable to get it. I would wake up the house. So, I go to the internet and find Bible verses - still awake. I read some blogs - still awake. I read some journals I've written on the computer. I start the new blog that I have wanted to start. I tick and I tock... but I sleep not.

This doesn't happen to me often. I must admit - sleep comes to me easily. I have often wondered at my blessing in that area. But, tonight. Much too much on my mind.  Too many impossibilities I am laying at my Father's feet.

He knows. I know that. But, I must lay them down.  I think it is time to climb up on my boxcar train and meet my Big Burly Bloke. Here I am Jesus - hold me.

because HE IS, i am
mutating - mutating - mutating missionary
& ebenezer

I wonder what God has in store for us.