After a day of eating gluten in various meals and snacks combined with winds blowing knee-high fields of ragweed, I recently suffered all night with gasping nasal congestion, an ongoing battle that I’ve been trying to discern the source. For months, while suffering from such consequences not understanding what I am allergic to, whispers within said things like “gluten” and “stop eating bread”, much to my dismay. While I realize there are many things I most definitely are allergic to here in Texas, namely their large bladed grass and fields of ragweed for sure, I could not image bread being an adversity. Nevertheless, neither essential oils, allergy pills, nasal spray, nor any other remedy relieved the pain and inconvenience this particular night nor many others in the past.
While trying to breath and hopefully drift off to sleep those wee small hours of the morning, that still small voice of Abba Father instructed me to intercede in prayer for “your country”. He said, “Pray for President Trump, California, New York, Mexico”, at which time I almost interjected informing God Mexico is not technically my country, but decided to not interupt my Heavenly Father when He is speaking – something my Earthly father taught me well. Abba concluded with interceding for “Alabama” in addition to the previous mentioned states though I know not why. He also lovingly informed me I need to educate myself about national and political matters so I will be able to more effectively pray this nation. I confess I avoid following politics unlike my husband who seems obsessed with such affairs. After praying, I managed to drift off asleep briefly, but have learned sleepless nights are opportunities to listen and pray or perhaps to listen and obey. So the next time you find yourself sleepless unable to breathe, consider it may be a good time to let God breathe something in and through you instead.