A Coffee and Some Sundries Friday
I’ve been trying ‘this-and-that’ for today’s post, and so far nothing is sticking. It has been more akin to trying to nail jell-o to a tree, the writing session preceding this posting. Any complaints I have seem frivolous and, well, dumb compared with much of what is going on beyond my front door. Any “Yay!” moments seem almost shallow and silly. Case(s) in point:
- I was going to complain about traffic and road construction. But I am very fortunate to live in a place where roads are and are being kept in good condition, where I can afford to drive and have the room to be able to get myself around when and where I want.
- I was going to point out how we complain about “limits” and “being in boxes” when I remembered we all have our comfort zones and quirks and shortcomings.
- I’ve been tussling a bit with the reminders I’m getting older, before numerous news headlines remind me of the many who have died before getting even a whiff of adulthood.
- I’ve been bogged down with all the “un-wonderful” in my life: The things I don’t have and will never have, that I’ve missed out on and messed up. Then God speaks and reminds me He’s with me, too – not just “everyone else”. And there are many more wonderfuls surrounding me.
Okay, #4 is not shallow or silly, frivolous or dumb. It’s just sometimes when I see how much I have without any effort, simply by the happenstance of where and when and who I was born and, well, I feel I had best shut up, suck it up, and get on with life. But the thing with God is He doesn’t minimize our struggles, whatever the context. He listens, He definitely corrects and disciplines us where need be. But He also answers those deep heart-and-soul struggles, too. He is a good dad, you guys. He really is. And for those without any sort of good father figure, or fathers with their own shortcomings and foibles, or no father figure at all … well, it can be hard to see, to understand what a good father looks like, acts, sounds, or loves like. But don’t lose heart. Please, don’t. Because as I found this week as I struggled with some stuff in regards to the dads in my life, it was when I felt the most “un-wonderful” about it all that God stepped in to show me and remind me of His goodness and His kindness and His patience and His grace. Not merely for everyone else, or just me – but for every last one of us.
(I don’t know how to end this. Pity I can’t end a story like this guy can with his “dad skills”, hmm?)
Soooo … yeah. Happy Friday!