
The world could be seen as a big support group to get us through this life.
I used to think that the point of life was to learn as much as possible. Now I have learned that that is NOT the point of life. There is not one point to life. It is different for different people. I like to learn, so naturally I figured that was true for everyone.
Now I don't know what The Point of Life is. My certainty about this learning thing got broken up and scattered like Mercury from a busted thermometer. The certainty turned into a bunch of silver balls and they rolled under the couch and table and the cat was chasing one of them but you don't want the cat to catch it because Mercury is poisonous. Anyway, the point is I no longer think I know what the point of life is.
I do feel that there are no accidents. Ann's husband's cancer is no accident. "Easy for you to say," you might say, "and let's find out what you say about this when a disaster strikes you." Fair enough. But as of this moment, I would say that there are no accidents, meaning things are happening as they should be, based on some gigantic plan made by God. The plan is REALLY big and takes EVERYTHING into account, so none of us could ever figure it out -- try as we may.
The only thing we can do when it comes down to it, is to trust. And then trust some more. Then fall apart and find the trust again. Then think you've got it all figured out and then have it crumble and then find the trust yet again. You just end up having to trust in the Big Picture. You trust God.
I pray for my friend and her husband. I pray that their hearts open to each other like never before. I pray that they find more trust than ever before. I don't pray that he lives through this because that is in God's hands. But I do pray that the experience they have adds more love to this world somehow. Got knows we need it.
Love to you and good night.
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