It’s been a pretty tiring start to this week so far.
Honestly, I really feel like just lying on my bed and doing nothing.
Which I realise is called “sleeping” but anyway.
It doesn’t help when I don’t really have a lot of support for what I’m doing at home.
The only place I can type this post is in the toilet, so as I sit on the toilet bowl, I feel peace and quiet.
Peace and quiet is nice. Without people breathing down your neck all the time. Rush and deadlines and work.
Imagine a field full of swaying grass, the soft kind, that doesn’t prick you if you ever leap into it.
A warm sunlight, and a cold wind.
Just laying there, staring into a blue sky full of clouds. Dreaming…
Maybe heaven would be like that. Rest is important to God, so I’m sure He’ll have some off-day for us too!
You know how the spirit comes like a rushing wind?
I thought of an idea.
We’re like pinwheels.
Folded paper on a stick stuck with a pin. All sorts of different colours.
And the spirit comes like a rushing wind and some of us let ourselves spin along with Him.
Some don’t and keep their pins screwed in too tight.
I’m now a pretty battered old pin wheel. Full of holes and tears. A little crumpled.
(‘Pretty’ as in ‘quite’, and not ‘pretty’ as in ‘aesthetically pleasing haha)