God Drives a Tow Truck by Kaseorg Vicky

Author:Kaseorg, Vicky [Kaseorg, Vicky]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-01-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

A Good Sense of Smell

Acts 7: 27-30

30 “After forty years had passed, an angel appeared to Moses in the flames of a burning bush in the desert near Mount Sinai. 31 When he saw this, he was amazed at the sight. As he went over to get a closer look, he heard the Lord say: 32 ‘I am the God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.’

As I hit those years when the melanin began to grow weary of hanging on and the color dripped like sap from my hair, other less than wonderful bodily changes accumulated, as well. Skin sagged, as did other things. Perhaps the most annoying and difficult effect of aging to deal with then made its appearance. Sleep began to elude me. I found myself increasingly awake in the deep dark moments of the night, when the owls were hooting and frost was settling. My tendency to be an early morning person did not change, but I was consistently lying awake for three or four hours in the middle of the night. I was always tired, and increasingly irritable from lack of sleep. Despite others’ counsel, I was loathe to take drugs for this common condition.

I knew that every aspect of aging was normal and pre-ordained by a gracious God who understood that the vigor and beauty of youth only made us resistant to Heaven. If I had been planning the universe, I might have done it differently, but I was learning in my now three decade walk with God that my way didn’t always lead me to a place as wonderful as I had thought it would. I wasn’t always happy with God’s way either, but at least I would have someone else to blame.

So, I was trying to ascertain how God wanted me to use those sleepless hours. My first response was to fight them. I flung my body back and forth like a metronome, ticking away the hours. Sheets tangled and twisted as I battled the insomnia bravely. When this strategy failed, I tried meditation and relaxation techniques like I’d been taught in my Lamaze natural birthing classes. I relaxed my forehead, and my eyes, and my soft palate… and by the time I reached my neck and I was still not asleep, my forehead was again tense and angry.

Finally I gave up. If God was so determined that I be awake, then I would make use of the time and pray. Surprisingly, those hours began to pass with a weary peacefulness that I almost, almost began to cherish. I cannot say honestly that I selflessly brought all the needs of others to the throne of Grace, but I did focus maybe half the time on prayer. Sometimes the laundry list of tomorrow’s needs crept in, but at other times I did pray for loved ones, for our nation, for our leaders, and for morning.

One of those sleepless nights, I smelled smoke. I have lousy hearing, and my eyes have slowly deteriorated, but I have always had a good sense of smell.

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