Sometimes the most spiritual thing we can do for our own mental health is take a nap.
Today is the one year anniversary of my first full body paralysis attack. One year ago today, my plans were hijacked. I know that if my plans were hijacked it is because God has something better. However, better, does not equate to easy or pain free.
Sorrow like sea billows roll. Wave after wave crashes into me, tumbling my weaken body.
On the kitchen counter, I read a note left by my sixth-grade daughter. The note reads, “Don’t forget to smile.” How did she know?
Glancing at countertop chalkboard verse I read aloud, “In everything, give thanks.” (1 Thessalonians 5:18). I bow my head and offer a humble prayer of surrender and thanks. Remembering Rae’s words, I try to smile, but the ability is lost in sorrow.
Today, I ran out of ideas. In the past when sorrow pounds and depression looms, I pray, read God’s word, listen to my favorite songs; recite my favorite verses and personal declarations. Today, I did those things and talked with a few friends, but nothing helped.
I finally surrendered and laid down for an afternoon nap. Two hours later, the dark clouds appeared less ominous and fatigue a tad lighter.
Today, God taught me a valuable lesson. Sometimes the most spiritual thing we can do for our own mental health is take a nap.
Friend, I don’t know what wave is continually pounding against you. When you have prayed all you can pray, and read all you can read, may I suggest you take a nap and leave the outcome in God’s capable hands.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters, he restores my soul.” (Psalm 23:2-3)
~April Dawn White
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