Sleepless in Sinsinawa
“So, how’d you sleep?” No one ever asked me that question
when I was younger, but it is now something I get asked often. Sleep is an
issue for me. I am no longer very good at it, despite the fact that I have a
comfortable bed that I love to be in.
I’ve tried many solutions to address my problem, I have
practiced meditation and relaxation techniques, downloaded apps designed to aid
sleep. You would think that listening to music might be helpful, but as a
former music teacher, I can’t help analyzing the music. I’ve listened to many
an audio book, figuring that the story would transport my mind beyond my own
racing thoughts.
Know what works best? Prayer, of course! I start with some
scolding. “Dear God, if you are as loving and compassionate as I trust that you
are, why on earth are you plaguing me with this? I will be better able to serve
you tomorrow if I am not so tired.”
Sometimes I grab the olivewood rosary in my nightstand
drawer, figuring that fingering beads has to be better than counting sheep. I usually
don’t get through more than a decade or two.
The best is when I am able to place myself in the curve of
God’s loving, sustaining embrace. Even if I remain awake, I am deeply resting.
Ann Henkel, OP
Mobile, Alabama
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