Learning.
A lot.
Often.
Always.
Or else.
There’s a couple reasons for this post, sure one of them is
grad-school - it’s nuts-o - the other is JtW, it’s going swimmingly and we’re
all expecting God to do massive things, O and my personal life is just full of
change. Yet still more, or rather in each of these, I’m learning.
"Rich and difficult."
That’s how I’ve been describing life to folks who ask how
it’s going. Rich and difficult.
Rich because everything is new and different and – for now –
beautiful, I hope that never changes, the striking reality of the real. I hope
it always hits me new from week-to-week and night-to-night and
morning-to-morning, that it’s all so much goodness I can’t stand it. Literally,
I can’t stand it, it’s all I can do to kneel let alone stand.
Difficult because I’ve never worked this hard in my life for
anything let alone three different things all at once. Yet I’m not doing the
work - the bystander is being worked on again – still. Reading and writing and
presenting, classes have never demanded more. Work is on the brink of God-only-knows,
the scariness of the unknown is right there, right in our faces. Personal stuff
is something of a strange covalence of tragedy and fairy tale (no movie can
touch the living reality). It’s difficult.
Life is paradox.
There’ll come a time when I’ll be older (further away than
tomorrow) and remember the late nights and early mornings, the books and the
faces, the stretching and the resting, and by the grace of God thank God for
giving me richness and difficulties.
