Thursday, June 20, 2019

Sometimes, the Answer is No


So, is it a sin? I stopped praying for sleep sometime back. I think others are still praying for me, but I don’t ask anymore. It’s been years of pleas, groveling, demanding, begging, and “if it’s your will” prayers. I have just stopped. For as many years as I have sent prayers up for sleep, I’ve concluded his answer is simply, no. And there is no argument against God’s no. He said, “I open doors that cannot be shut, and shut doors that cannot be opened.” That’s pretty much the end of any effort to sway God.
That hasn’t stopped me from seeking human medical intervention. Maybe there is still another drug to try, or maybe a condition that can be corrected. I’m going to be monitored for three nights to see if I have sleep apnea. I’m not hopeful. Not anymore. I was told if it’s not sleep apnea, then I would see a chronic insomnia specialist. Definitely no hope there. I’ll go, but unless the person has a magic elixir, I’ve tried it all. I will hold the line on animal sacrifice and voodoo, but anything else I’ll try at least once.

So, the question. Is it a sin to stop asking for something and no longer hope for it when you're seeking something from God? I feel some would answer yes. They’d quote Jesus’ words to pray and not stop praying in his parable about the unjust judge and the poor woman, because she prevailed. But some would say no and quote Paul’s prayers to have a thorn in his flesh removed. God told him no. No. God said his grace would be sufficient for him. So, two sides to one question.

But it doesn’t stop there. I can sense judgment from some readers. It would be easy to twist the words of Jesus and use them to condemn me for a number of things: lack of faith, not believing God enough, giving up. But those who would lean that direction assume God always says yes, when clearly Paul was told no. Those are the ones who must walk in the shoes of the sufferer before rushing to judgment. The answer lies in grace. Always grace. Maybe I’m totally off base, but any response that does not extend grace is the wrong response. Always.

So, may I be extended grace in no longer asking God for sleep. I believe he’s answered me. No, Susan. My grace is sufficient for you. Perhaps his no is no I won’t do a miracle, but maybe medical intervention will still come through. But I must somehow live with this condition and its consequences. I may not be able to work sometimes. I may be too tired to think straight sometimes. I may not be able to drive sometimes and miss out on somethings because of utter fatigue. I was hospitalized once from an extended lack of any sleep to the point of hallucinating. Life expectancy is shortened from lack of sufficient sleep. Weight gain, early onset dementia, other health issues as well. I’ll need all the grace God will give to live like this.

And in case you’re wondering, I still love God. I still trust him. I still need him in every imaginable way. I hope in his promise of salvation. I will never fully understand until the day I meet with him face to face. There are believers who suffer much greater than I do, so I will never stop loving and hoping in God for my final deliverance from this body of corruptible flesh. And holding onto the grace he gives to live in a fallen world, weak in the flesh and tired.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

The Language of Love

I have slept approximately six to seven hours over the past three days. I went to work Monday after two hours of sleep and had a miserable day. I made it through the day, but told my boss I was taking a sick day Tuesday, which was wise. I slept no better. My sleep has become a fugitive. I had a scheduled psychiatric appointment Tuesday and I went. She seemed alarmed at me. I gradually told her how sleep has been diminishing and she strongly urged I take a week or two FMLA. I was too tired to argue and set it up with my HR department.

I've been a troubled sleeper for years and have taken just about every drug under the sun. Every suggested herbal, change of bedtime behaviors. and exercise has failed. I was sleeping about five hours a night the past couple months on higher sleep medication, but no longer. About four years ago I went ten days without any sleep and ended up in the hospital, hallucinating and begging help. I was finally put back on an antipsychotic that made me sleep, but also gained 60 pounds. I stopped taking it, but now I am sleepless and fat. To be honest, if they suggest going back on it, I will balloon up to 300 pounds, but if I sleep, I'll live with it.

I can't think straight right now and this is probably messy, but at times of sheer hopelessness and helplessness, I turn to my paternal grandmother's old Episcopal Book of Common Prayer from the 1940s. I was given it when she passed away and I treasure it. I know some Christians think the archaic language of her generation is dead and useless, but it resonates within me. She and many other believers whispered the prayers of this small book and found great comfort therein. I have several bookmarked and pray them when I am empty and have no power to create my own.

Let me share one. "Turn Thou us, O good Lord, and so shall we be turned. Be favorable, O Lord, Be favorable to Thy people, Who turn to Thee in weeping, fasting, and praying. For Thou art a merciful God, Full of compassion. Long-suffering, and of great pity. Thou sparest when we deserve punishment, And in Thy wrath thinkest upon mercy. Spare Thy people, good Lord, spare them, And let not Thine heritage be brought to confusion. Hear us, O Lord, for Thy mercy is great, And after the multitude of Thy mercies look upon us; Through the merits and mediation of Thy blessed Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."

Turn Thou us, O good Lord, and so shall we be turned. What a most marvelous prayer request. I am weak these days, and my bipolar disorder could flare from lack of sleep. I'm truly bereft of hope for sustainable sleep from the specialist I meet with next week. But, even with an empty and troubled mind, I have words lovingly crafted to use long before I was born. A spiritual heritage handed down to me. I will cling to the cross which led to such petitions. And wait upon the Lord.