I have an alarm clock set for 7:15 and at 7:20. I know it’s a bad sign when I wake up and set another alarm at 7:30. This happened this morning.
I probably fell asleep around midnight which is early for me and I woke up once in the night thinking I was late for work then I looked at my clock and it said 4:27, phew! I still have time to chill. I thought I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep so I started praying Hail Mary Full of…….. Gone, I was gone! Hurray! Victory dance (obviously I wasn’t conscious at the time to dance and celebrate)
Then out of no where I here ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ NOOOOOOO I did not want to hear that so I turned it off. Sleep Céline Sleep just close your eyes concentrate on sleeping, it’s ok take a deep breath and sleep. (Obviously when I’m concentrating on trying to sleep I’m just waking myself up but eh what can I do?) Then out of no where ‘BEEP BEEP BEEP’ Not again!!!!! I don’t think I can take it anymore.…. So I got up, eyes all crusty, drool on the side of my face, hair all messy (but it actually looked good) and bad breath, sounds like it’s going to be a great day…ugh!
I quickly changed into normal clothes, put on my slippers and dragged my body to the chapel. I was one minute late for morning prayer. *slapping my cheeks to wake up and closing my eyes tight and opening them wide* I kept thinking this is going to be a bad day. Then out of no where we prayed a psalm this one wasn’t part of Liturgy of the Hours, my archbishop just wanted to pray it after because he thought it was touching. This was psalm 69 and this is part of it :
Save me, God, for the waters have closed in on my very being.
I am sinking in the deepest swamp and there is no firm ground. I have stepped into deep water and the waves are washing over me.
I am exhausted with calling out, my throat is hoarse, my eyes are worn out with searching for my God.
This is exactly how I felt and it couldn’t of explained it any better but it talked about more than that. As I kept reading and listening to the psalm I was reminded that I am more than how I feel. I may feel tired but I’m worth much more than that. I am a beautiful daughter of God, I have a purpose, I have a path and I have a goal and being tired is just a speed bump that will help me (and challenge me) to achieve this goal. After reading it I felt refreshed and I could go on with my day.
When was the last time I dwelt in my emotions? I didn’t want to do something because I was tired (even though I knew I should of done it)?
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