"One summer day I lay upon the grass. I'd sinned, no matter how, and in sin's wake there came a kind of drowsy peace so deep I hadn't even will enough to lathe myself. I had no mind to pray. I scarcely had a mind at all, just eyes to see the greenwood overhead, just flesh to feel the sun." (F. Buechner "Listening to Your Life" p. 67)
Being in the doghouse is something most people have experienced at one time or another. Having done something foolish that made someone dear to you hurt or angry and all you can do is go on some self imposed time out.
In that time you might play out how the scenario should have gone. You might see yourself repeating the mistake over and over again, and wishing you could undue it. And with all those emotional gymnastics about all you can do is just collapse in side of yourself. There is almost a point of numbness that takes over. And you drift off.
Once that time out is over, then the real work begins. Can we regain our senses and begin to pray about how to fix it. How to ask for that forgiveness we so desperately need.
And there is also something about just lying on the grass and staring off into space that creates the atmosphere for that kind of praying to occur.
Blessings,
Ed
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