Updated: Dec 10, 2019
Today was the day it all caught up with me.
But I am getting better.
After a radical hysterectomy to protect me from the risk of cancer, and the removal of that mass the size of a cantelope...yeah, well... The doctor said that being tired is a real thing to expect. At first I could only stay awake half an hour. Then, I could stay awake for two hours. Gradually, that reversed and I only had to nap two hours.
Now I can go maybe two weeks without having to totally crash.
Today was a mandatory crash day. And I did nothing.
I kept wanting to be productive, but I did absolutely nothing. I slept.
These days always start with fatigue and maybe guilt. Regret.
Being tired can do that.
I started to write a song. It talks about what we forget. We forget to dream as if our dreams can happen.
And I wonder if just maybe, I'm beginning to understand what Joel was talking about.
Now, this is what was spoken by the prophet Joel: 17‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out My Spirit on all people; your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams. 18Even on My menservants and maidservants I will pour out My Spirit in those days, and they will prophesy.…
That maybe those of us over 50 are being called to dream dreams, not retire on our couches. To dream on behalf of those younger than us who don't know how to dream, much less go after those dreams.
Maybe those of us who have lived with hope deferred and are still dreaming - and beginning to see our dreams actually happen...Well, maybe the reality of our dreams coming true are meant to be a catalyst for the younger world changers who are being robbed of knowing how to dream.
Anyway... today I did nothing. And nothing was the best thing I could have done.
©2019 Lydia D Crouch