“Out of the jaws of death.” — William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night or What You Will
I am tired, on this last night of the Christmas season. The week has been busy and I have not slept well the last two nights.
I woke up to names last night. One in particular, a little boy named Al, who was seriously injured in a car accident yesterday that left his young mother dead. At the end of last night’s class I was asked to pray for Al.
I guess I went to bed thinking of Al. And if it’s possible to pray while one sleeps, maybe I did this. It would be a first for me to wake up in prayer; usually, it’s the other way around
Yet, once I’m awake, I’m awake. There’s no turning over and going back. So no longer sleepy, I lay in bed and pray. For Al. For Connie. For Connie’s mom who is dying. For others. For peace. An hour later, I am at peace. Sweet blessed sleep.
Daddy was sleeping when my brother Jon and I walked in to Dad’s room this afternoon. It’s been two weeks since our last visit. Too bad today was mostly a sleeper. Even Daddy’s roommate Larry slept through our visit. I’ve noticed Larry sleeping more these days, every since Larry told me a month ago that he was ready to die. How does one wake up to a new day when they are ready for death?
Tomorrow I will wake up to dental surgery. I’m having a dental implant that both dentist and husband assure me is the right thing to do. Why am I less sure than they?
What I am sure of is that post-surgery, I will be less than my normal cooking self. So I spent this morning preparing soft meals for the next few days. It will be good to have this long dreaded surgery behind me — it will be better to have sore jaw that the angst I feel right now.
I pray to sleep tonight. And I pray Al to sleep tonight. And Connie too. But for Connie’s mother and Larry — for those in the jaws of death — how do I pray for these on this twelfth night of Christmas? I know. Just this, Father God: What You Will.