Life is actually fairly normal.
As the days are lengthening, my spirits are brightening. I still have no idea what's right and what's wrong, all I know is that decisions need to be made. It's a very weird situation to be in: viz., to choose to be responsible in what is essentially a moral vaccum. The existentialism which haunted me as an adolescent is back, though it is time to deal with it as an adult. (I don't say that lightly, either. I'm reading Diane West's "The Death of the Grown-up" and so many lightbulbs are popping off, I'm beginning to get a headache from all the flashes.) Thankfully, there has been a profound sea-change since then: I now have my Bible.
Anyway, one thing at a time and the moral precept of the moment is: Don't get mad.
as in: "Better to live on a corner of the roof than share a house with a quarrelsome wife." (Prov. 21: 9)
I could go on, but you get the picture.
3 comments :
no panic- just wish there was something I could do......
Hang in there and seek truth. You're in my prayers, but if there's anything else I can do, you know where to find me.
As long as you're doing better... my early autumn, in which I complained frequently that the universe had not cc:d me on the memo, leaves me with a lot of sympathy for being confused about right and wrong.
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