Love weebles

by Craig on November 19, 2012

The wheels have jettisoned off the bus.
The bus has careened wildly off the road.
For a while it hung precariously over the cliff…
but now seems secure yet unsteady…in the mud.

I’m almost convinced that I’ll be able to pick up driving the whole contraption again. But ever since those 7 days with no sleep it’s all been off-road and mountainous terrain, filled with traps and holes and u-turns and detours.

Who would ever have thought a little 3 pound brain would be so hard to repair?

But this sleep deprived brain of mine is more delicate and problematic than I thought.
Everything has been like piecing together a puzzle while using oven mitts.

But I will not give in.
I will not give up.

I’ll persist in prayer as if everything depends upon the God of all things.
I’ll fight to keep working as if every bit of progress depends only on me.

The attempts so far have been in fits and starts – for six months.
That you are still reading me at all is something I marvel at daily.

The one thing that I have been extremely successful at is helping the five reflections that I’ve written about.


The truth be told I’ve wanted to do – and done – little else.

Further truth be told…
as successful as that has been…
it may not have been the wisest use of my time.

The “there and nowhere” that I have muddled my way through has taken all my money, killed any forward momentum, damaged or destroyed so many connections I made in the year named connect, and blinded me to important things in this year named See.

Because of the sleep thing, the first thought each morning has always been a dread of how my body will feel the moment I lift my head from the pillow. The second thought…almost always toward God.

But the third thought used to be, “How can my writing be used today for the Kingdom of God? How can I connect? How can I find a way into his plan for me?”

Now, instead, the misty cloud of the “there and nowhere”, starts each day, fills each day, and drives me to kill time instead of filling time.

Almost totally lost…

fighting my way through…

failing more than succeeding…



having already given in…

determined not to give up.


{ 6 comments… read them below or add one }

A. November 19, 2012 at 1:28 pm

Craig, I am praying. You are in a terrific battle. I will keep coming here to read and pray and to let you know that you still have friends that care and are praying for you.

I can’t imagine exactly what you are going through but I do know that some battles nearly put us over the edge or feel like they have. A friend told me a few days ago of a prayer she heard for these situations, and I prayed it yesterday for mine, and will do so for yours: “Help, God. Thank you. Amen.” I think sometimes, only the first two words are all we can get out…maybe even only “God!”


A. November 19, 2012 at 1:29 pm

The bus picture says it so well, doesn’t it, Craig?


Joyce L Gibson November 19, 2012 at 11:29 pm

Thank you for not giving up. Your friends are standing with you and praying for you. Some are suffering with you—they care so deeply. There is One who bears scars for what He suffered on your behalf. His caring and love for you goes beyond all words, and He is with you every minute of every night and day.


Felecia November 20, 2012 at 6:59 pm

You are never, not for a moment, far from my heart.
You are always … always … in my prayers.
I will ask God for the seemingly impossible. For full restoration of your mind and your health. Others who love you will pray with me. Abba listens and is able to do – what for us is the unimaginable. Father God, come onto my brother in Christ this week. He can not heal himself without you. If it is your will, you can make Craig whole. I ask for this miracle from you today, Lord. We come to you in prayer and in faith that you will do this work immediately. In the name of your Son and our glorious Savior. Amen.
Much love,


Joyce L Gibson November 21, 2012 at 12:26 am

Felecia, I join you in praying for our friend-in-need.


Felecia November 21, 2012 at 10:04 am

Where two more are gathered …
Bless you, Joyce.


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