Today, my dear friends, I'd like to share God's amazing love.
Stress had completely consumed me this past weekend. No joke. I had reached my limit. Satan had been attacking my mind, my life and my friends. He was busy. Filling minds with nothing but hatred and nasty little lies causing drama in every direction. Problems here, problems there. For the past few months NOTHING has been easy.
Saturday morning brought the worst migraine I've ever had. My head pounded and the whole world stood outside my door, opening and closing, calling and banging and yelling. My head felt like it was about to explode, like it was going to split right open. I felt like I was going to explode.
I managed to swallow two pills that quickly eased my problem and worked my way to the radio for some soothing Saturday morning sounds. The radio fought back and wouldn't cooperate. In the middle of my living room, I refused to deal with another problem and greeted the carpet, face toward the ceiling with my arms spread out to my sides. I needed peace, immediately!
I turned my head and seen the legs of a man standing in my living room. "Have a seat, I'm not getting up." I strained to speak. My body felt like I had just given birth. I was drained, done and facing shut-down.
A friend showed up for an unexpected bike ride. (A bike ride? Take me AWAY!)
I tried to calm down and erase the stress the best I knew how without being on top of a mountain practicing my new yoga moves. I was on the back of the bike, breathing. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "Focus the mind on positive things. Cast out the bad and welcome the good. Repeat."
The vibrations of the bike weren't settling too well with my overly stressed stomach. We took a break and I tried stillness, crackers and water.
I needed release but it wasn't happening fast enough. Eventually, the stress and the bike got the best of me and I got sick.
I didn't give up. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I got right back on the bike and knew release couldn't be too far away. We rode and I embraced the beautiful open fields and the warm fresh air but didn't understand why I was still so stressed. I thought the ride would free me. Then he said, "Their windshield wipers are on, it must be raining up there." I smiled and replied, "Keep Going."
Out of nowhere, on the back of a Harley with the warm temperatures of summer, it began to rain. And we rode. My head tilted back, my arms stretched out and the Georgia rain began to fall. "God loves me!" I giggled. It fell on my face, my shoulders, my arms and my legs. We slowed down to avoid any possible stinging and turned our experience into sweet joy and it rained! It rained until every part of my being was calm, grounded and stress FREE!
But God knew me better than that. He didn't stop there.
I spent the remainder of the weekend in my comfort zone, home. I needed rest.
Sunday after church, I laid down and welcomed another favorite of mine. Dream-Land.
If you know me, then you know I have deep desires to imitate Snow White one day. (Don't laugh...yet.)
In dream-land, I found myself enjoying the outdoors sitting on an old picnic table in the middle of the woods. My Mom was sitting across from me and I was caressing her soft hands as we talked about life. (I'm quite the touchy-feely type of person.) I rested my head on her shoulder a moment and open heartily sat there taking in the joy and the love of the sweet moment.
A friend walked past us and began to place animal food in some sort of feeding box attached to a tree. He tossed a few pieces to the nearby animals.
All of a sudden, I looked up to see Bambi and a big eyed bunny sitting with all of their forest friends, nibbling on the fresh food. They were sitting calmly, surrounding my picnic table, looking at me. I looked in amazement and must have counted at least 20 make believe furry friends. I wondered what they were doing, watching me so patiently. Cheerfully, I crossed my legs, placed my hands in my lap and decided to sing them a song.
I opened my mouth and out poured the most terrifying sound ever heard by man. A screeching sound like that of a DONKEY. iiii-AAHH. A loud and horrid sound! I quickly covered my mouth but had no luck, the sound continued to seep through my fingers shaking the entire forest. iiii-AAHHHHHH.
My hand still over my mouth, in shock I looked to my Mom and broke out in deep laughter; uncontrollable laughter. And I laughed and laughed.
God Loves Me!
Needless to say, when this opportunity does present itself, I'm pretty sure I'll just twirl!
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