It was the end of a full day. The dog was tucked in for the night. My wife was done reading. The window was open and the only sounds of the night were a few romantic tree frogs. The room was dark except for the red lit time projected on the bedroom ceiling. Closing my eyes I slowly allowed my head to sink into my pillow. This was good. And then I heard him. I’m not sure where he had been hiding or why he had to appear now. He came down the hall and into the room with his buzzing whirling wings that built a crescendo like an approaching B-52. This was so wrong as he swished in over the bed. And then all was silent as I felt him land in my hair. Few they may be but somehow he used them as a landing strip. Horrible beast. Were there flies in Eden or were they a mutated form of something much nicer? As I swung at him all I managed to do was slap myself on the head. That was really stupid. I’m not sure what happened next because the next thing I knew it was morning.
In John 3 Jesus compared the appoachment of the Holy Spirit like the wind in a tree. But sometimes He comes like a fly in the night. He pesters. He annoys. He keeps us from sleeping. He avoids our slaps and continues to woo us with promises of freedom from guilt and the luxury of eternal life with eternal health. If we manage to fall asleep He will be back tomorrow night. God is that way. We are way too precious to ignore. So if you want a good night’s sleep just surrender
Written by Roger Bothwell on July 9, 2012
Spring of Life Ministry, PO Box 124, St. Helena, CA 94574
Rogerbothwell.org