I started a poem in my dream. I worked and worked through the rigorous process as I do in the day, felt the thrill of seeing the words come together. I wrote a real poem in my sleep – actually, a pretty good one. And then I — WOKE. I surfaced tired from all that thinking and by the time the grogginess had lifted, I’d lost the precious fruit of my labor to the daylight. It would’ve been too late to snatch it, preserve it, even with my blog book on hand. Aughhh. How do I take the notebook into sleep with me?
Samsung, Dell, Apple: Here, your next patent idea. I want 30%.
Who taught us to breathe? How does the heart know to pump blood, push life, to every cell? The kidneys, according to Dr. Henry Bieler, are chemists “whose tasks are more complex than any electronic computer conceived by man.” Human history is how old? And Science has yet fully to unlock the secrets of the human body.
Why do we perform labs? Blood work reveals a lot, doesn’t it? Blood carries nutrients to every tissue in the body to rejuvenate cells. Insufficient, stagnant, or impure blood runs beneath many common ailments. When the elimination channels of liver, kidneys, lungs, bowels, and skin are sluggish, toxins seep into the blood. The blood is not only our life stream. It also bears our essence.
It is surrender. Our confession that we’ve done all we could today and tomorrow is not yet ours to shoulder. Try sleeping three hours each night all week and feel the holy love in the marriage.
Not only at night but in the dash of day. Even at the simple close of eyes, our brain waves change pattern. Release body, mind, spirit from the incessant bid of duty and haste. Embrace the reminder that life is more than the next thing to be done.
Yet you do not know what your life will be like tomorrow. You are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes away. James 4:14