I took a double-shot of my sleep meds last night (because, hey, I’m allowed to), and I’m reminded today of why I don’t often do so. The inside of my mouth is so dry that it feels like there’s an entire cotton plantation in there.
I feel like sleep wastes so much of my time, time that I would much rather spend catching up on my reading, writing down all those thoughts I never quite seem to get to, doing all those things on my to-do list that either need doing or that I want to work on. Do you realize
that you spend about a third of your life catching Zs?
Another thought, another question. I stumbled across another brother’s Xanga this afternoon, someone I’ve not met and yet feel something of a kinship with. How is that we as Christians seem to neglect our duty to keep up with each other’s lives, fail to keep each other accountible, somehow ‘forget’ to ask each other, Hey, how are you doing with _________? And why do we find it so difficult to seek each other out and share our burdens with another? Part of it, I’m sure, is guilt and shame and embarrassment. Part of it, I fear, is a condemnation to the Body of Christ — we are simply afraid of the judgment of our fellow believers. I know I’m guilty of this, on both sides, both in not seeking others out for help and in not seeking others out to help.
So, I guess the question is, what am I going to do about it?