My Life of Egyptian Cotton

I've learned...

So life has been a whirlwind lately and I've barely been able to maintain my school life, personal life, and social life--let alone, my spiritual life. It has gotten pushed to the back of my mind (and, seemingly, out of my life) just from the mere volume of the rest of the "necessities" filling my head. I have been trying to find time--to make time for God, here and there, but, honestly, it's been a failing experience.

I've been going about it all wrong.

Everything's Spiritual

I know--I've learned, rather--that everything is spiritual. The threads of my "spiritual life" should be so interwoven into the fabric of my existence that they should be an inseperable part of who I am.

Have you ever had the humongous honor of sleeping on sheets of 2000 thread-count Egyptian cotton? I simply can't imagine a thread count that high when I fall asleep amidst 200 thread-count "Target" cotton every night. I can only dream...

But I digress.

2000 thread-count Egyptian cotton means that for every square inch of fabric there are 2000 threads of Egyptian cotton (in case you couldn't figure that out). I honestly can't comprehend that. When you look at the fabric, you can't tell when one thread ends and the other begins. Now with my 200 count (same general concept applies) I can easily see the individual threads--especially if I give it a couple years of "wear and tear."

Mylife should be 2000 thread-count sheets. The threads of my spiritual life should be so tightly woven with the other threads of my life that the line where one ends and the next begins is lost. It's kind of a new concept for me. Scary territory. Can I afford to let God be in every aspect of my life? Whoa! But can I really be "spiritual" without doing so?

I guess you can call me "Egyptian Cotton Man" wanna-be . . .