Three hours and I may yet cry...

The title, stolen from a facebook update I wrote.. three hours from now, it will be 8 am and the second time I have slept from 8-9 am in as many days..

The definition of a bad nights sleep I guess must be bed at eight up at nine.. And by eight I mean 'ante meridiem', and not the eight o'clock at which time school children go to bed week days longing for the weekend when they can stay up till half past that hour.. No I mean the eight o'clock when those same school children pack their bags and eat their sugar puffs on the way to a glucose empowered day of maths and polysyllabically titled, pedagogue inflaming, diagrammatic based, truculence on the white board... But I digress!

I guess the question to ask your self at 5:08 in the morning is first after; ‘what on earth am I doing up at the time of night?’ .. What am I going to do with the time now that I am awake? It is so easy to waste this time, and when tired so easy to waste the next day.. And I have made a pact with my self, not to waste my life away on sleepless nights and thoughtless days.. So I sit and watch, Top Gear, the News Quiz, Dr. Who (which was very good by the way - though annoying thought provoking for this time of night).

It is starting to get to me that I do not sleep.. I look at my facebook stati* and realize another thirty minutes have past me by, I could have been sleeping.. I will be wrecked tomorrow, today in three hours time, and I could have been fine if I had spent this time sleeping..

So I look for useful things to do, but my brain is dead and I can not work well on things I would call work! I do not have the physical strength at this time to tidy, just the mental stubbornness not to rest. So I sit here and type or lie in bed and call curses down upon the celling above my head.. Sometimes I read, sometimes I pray, sometimes I don’t know what to do and just lie there and kick the end of my bed or see how long I can hang from the bunk above my mattress, others I just daydream the night away.

So maybe one day I will learn to sleep, but not today, not tomorrow, maybe Wednesday, no, Thursday.. Friday!

*stati (pronounced: state-eye) is the plural of status - you think of these things when you are awake with nothing better than a bottle of gin(which I’m far to christian to drink with out my parents goading).

When your Mum don't dress you any more...

I saw this guy working in a famous railway museum somewhere in Briton, I was so impressed by his dress sense I just had to get this photo...

On a lighter Note

I saw this on at facbook quiz today.

Translating the Bible into Jamaican Patois.

I think this story is great, I have seen similar things done(the bible in Yorkshire dialect) which have lacked some integrity. This though I think is a much more extreme case of dialect and so I applaud the efforts of the Bible Society.

You can read the parable of the Good Samaritan here... It is well worth five minutes, just to see what you can make sense of!

"Why I Believe Again"

A N Wilson - Why I believe again

'A N Wilson writes on how his conversion to atheism may have been similar to a road to Damascus experience but his return to faith has been slow and doubting.'

Well worth the time it takes to read..

TJPH

Ten minutes thought...

This is just something I wrote this evening when confronted by the removal of something I had made an idol..

Lord I need you more today than ever before, I feel my sin more with age not less! Lord come with your great grace my wounded soul assure, and fill my heart deep in joy and bless. Lord tormented by sin I fly to you for rest, I come to fill my fleeting faith again. For easily disheartened by sin so sore distressed I loose sight of peace, so, let me my full assurance from your cross regain. To often have I looked to the world for joys, but true joys, joy is only found in you. And now all empty the world appears, and so I look to you, my joys renew! Lord keep me from idols which rob your glory, keep me from dolls and dirt which rob my joy, Lord show me again your gospel, (you) for me, and with your praises my loosened tongue employ!

TJPH