One post away went my thinking. One post away.
But from what? Continuity? Fame? Competency? Joy?
It’s been a month of reflection friends, on deep and meaningful levels. My Mom passed away last month. Since August the death of my Mom brings the total to six, of friends who lost a parent. Add that to those who received diagnosis of terminal disease, and it’s been a sobering time.
Not in a wholly negative way. At this point I’m judging it as the type of kick needed to focus my widely scattered efforts in the writing realm. As in any worthwhile life pursuit, writing requires a lot of reading, learning, pondering, and finally, acting.
My actions these past months have been circular, as if stuck in a round-about, with direction signs clouded by fog. The knowledge trench was getting deeper each circuit, but outward appearances showed little progress.
Sometimes, we don’t know which turn-out on our roadway serves as best choice. Sometimes we have to guess, try each path as presented, and see where it leads.
And that’s OK.
It’s the constant meetings with death that are making it OK in my thinking.
Like playing Sudoku, I don’t have to have the right answer every time – or even the first time.
I just have to keep trying. God will take care of the rest.
Life can be a puzzle numbered up in queue,
rolling out confusion – things you ought to do.
Still, in thinking bigger than the daily grind,
sometimes there’s an answer waiting for our ‘find’.
Focus on the wonder waiting in the wings;
quick atone with sorrow for repentant flings.
Hold to honest effort, made with love as goal;
let each moment shape you as He makes you whole.