Playing on and off and on in my mind are the lyrics from Switchfoot’s song “Twenty Four”, because in the past twenty four hours, my life has been not what I thought it was, and the Spirit is taking me up in arms, flying my soul to new horizons, albeit tumultuously.
Last night, I was wide awake while Ray slept. I decided to open Sonia Choquette’s book The Power of Your Spirit, which I’ve been working through slowly, as I do with most spiritual books. She asks questions in each section thus far, prompting the reader to write the responses in his/her journal. The set of questions I answered last night triggered an earthquake in me. The earthquake climaxed in a heavy conversation with Ray, after I gently woke him. I never expected, when I lay next to him to wake him, that I would, in an hour or two be toppled into a mound of tears. I didn’t intend to start any heartfelt conversation.
The confessions were real and honest. I told him that I feel I can’t express myself freely all the time, especially when my ideas conflict with his. We both have noticed, we confessed, that we haven’t been as close. He so beautifully acknowledged my inherent need to create. I rocked the boat and told him I couldn’t go out on the jobs with him today, because I needed that time to create, to do what I am designed to do. So, I’m here still, writing.
I woke this morning after that strange night, weepy and uncertain. No decisions have been made about my relationship with Ray, but I have decided that I must follow my Spirit, and Ray encouraged this. I love him to death, and never want to leave him. I also must be me. I await to see the new normal for us. Through a conversation with one of my closest friends, I’ve decided not to help as much with his business; I may be spending a few hours per week in the office and working on reports, but not out in the field with him. I want to get back to our friendship, as it seems like business and other mundane talk have been our primary communications lately. I want to continue discovering me and my Spirit, while rediscovering us.
“Life is not what I thought it was twenty four hours ago. Still, I’m singing, Spirit take me up in arms with You. I’m not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago. Still, I’m singing, Spirit take me up in arms with You.”