My white mug sits empty on my night stand. I've already polished off my nightly cup of tea with honey. It's become a new habit; drinking tea at night. I couldn't imagine it being a good thing seeing as by the time I consume my last sip, I am way too relaxed to even consider getting up to brush my teeth! If my dentists asks?...you didn't hear that from me. I am very thankful for the tea though, it has been a nice contribution to helping me ease into bed at night. I just wish that when the box claims to be 'sleepy-time' tea...that it actually meant they spiked the dang stuff with meletonin and diphenhydramine combine! All this in saying...some people are sick of counting sheep, namely this girl.
I curse my restless soul on nights like this one. I never want to shy away from feeling what I'm feeling though. Maybe that's just the writer in me; wanting to feel and know every little emotion. More than anything I want to remain relative to people, and have the capacity to empathize with them. People are emotional. Don't ever believe the person who tells you otherwise.
As much as I toss and turn in restlessness, I'd rather be this way than the opposite. I have to keep reminding myself that the ability to think is a gift from God. He made me restless for Him; caught up in His mystery. He keeps me uneasy. He keeps me thirsty. He keeps me moving forward. If it wasn't for emotional restlessness I wouldn't know my spiritual need for Peace and rest. It's all connected really. I was made to know Him. Nothing more.
"Our hearts will find no rest, until we find our rest in You." Joel Limpic
~Dierdre
