I never enlisted into military service when I was younger. Now, I’m pretty sure I’m “over qualified” to do so.
I say that because they have age restrictions in place to protect the enlistee and the government agency in charge.
Very few 55 year olds can withstand the physical rigors of eight weeks of bootcamp to begin said tour of duty to one’s country.
I’ve discovered a side-effect of getting older is the ability to injure much easier then in one’s youth…and it takes much longer to heal from said ailments.
Bootcamps are designed to two main things.
- They increase the strength and endurance of the body of the soldier in question.
- They make the mind of the soldier not question the commands of his superior officers without any hesitation.
Lately I feel like I’ve enlisted into God’s bootcamp. His training is unique in that it doesn’t have the age restriction restrictions in place. But, the training can be just as draining as the human military peeps’ requirements.
I’m thinking back to a time when a neighbor of mine, who was my youngest brother’s brother-in-law at the time, came home after his bootcamp experience.
One day they bused everybody out to experience some training or other off base. A mechanical breakdown on the bus returned them back to base much later than anticipated. The following day was scheduled for another training that couldn’t be rescheduled. That meant the recruits had only four hours available to sleep.
When one of the bootcamp-ees pointed this out to his commanding officer the sergeant gave a classic military response, “sleep double-time, soldier.”
I’ve had to learn to sleep quadruple-time in order to keep up with my training lately.
Case in point occurred this past weekend. I accepted an assignment to drive locally beginning Saturday at 7 PM. It lasted over nine hours. I did quite well until the last hour or so. That’s when I hit the wall with fatigue.
When I got home at around 6 AM I decided to just attempt to go to church for both services without a nap or anything. When I caught myself almost falling asleep into my bowl of oatmeal I made an about face on my plans and skipped the first service to catch some z’s.
What sleep deprivation has to do with a writing/speaking ministry I have no clue, but I’m apparently going to find out in the future. Maybe I’ll be doing some intense foreign traveling soon. Stay tuned.
Hebrews 12 points out that God only disciplines those He loves as His sons. God must really love me bunches and bunches. Thanks a bunch Abba God, but can I catch a break for a while? Please?
I found an interesting email when I returned home. It came from the woman who edited Eek’s Gifts for me a couple of years ago. We haven’t stayed in touch very well since then.
Deirdre’s email came just after 4 AM, when I officially hit the wall. She said she woke up and felt the need to pray for me. She wanted to know how things were going for me that she had that reaction.
I thanked her for following the Spirit’s prompting and briefly explained my night. I told her we’ll never know what event was avoided because of her prayer support.
That was before my potential involuntary oatmeal facial.
It’s possible I’m only being allowed to see the proverbial tip of the spiritual iceberg I’m living on at this time.
If that’s the case then I’m calling on all the prayer warriors I can get a hold of.
The enemy loves to hate God’s chosen ones and he doesn’t fight fair to say the least.
I feel like I’m on an uphill climb and the incline just increased.
The more life lines I can find the better.
Thanks in advance.
Keep smiling. Wade