When you don't know where you are, stand still.

This morning I woke up and immediately began looking forward to bedtime again.

There was no pressing necessity to get out of bed right then. No small children wailing to be fed, no house on fire. I could have (would have, should have?) lifted the duvet back over my head and snoozed once more, at least until half an hour or so before I absolutely had to leave for work.

Instead, I did my usual: slid out of bed and onto my knees for a quick prayer.

God, please grant me a sober day today.

Then it was up to start the day.

Friday was wagging her tail as I walked out into the lounge. She is stalkery at the best of times, but in the morning I can feel her eyes on me at all times. Blearily drinking some warm water, I can feel her staring at me. Now? she's asking. How bout now?

When I've woken up somewhat I give her the nod, she lights up, and we go on our walk.

Some days it feels like God is right on my shoulder, joining me in everything I do. And at other times it feels like he is a thousand miles away.

Today was one of the thousand miles away times.

I can rush at these times, to feel some connection, to feel something.

But insteade I have to remember to relax, take it easy, and not force something that was always there anyway.

When you don't know where you are, stand still.