Well, what a day, … what a week, … what a time we’re in. If you follow me (Ha!), it’s been awhile since I’ve chimed in on anything …
I have a friend at church who reminded me recently that it is smart to listen, more then talk. I’ve been binging on music from the musical Hamilton lately and there’s a character in the show that says the same thing to Hamilton … so apparently this is age-old advice (“Talk less, smile more”). I agree, … except that I’m a preacher for a living, so that doesn’t work very well. Lord help me. Lord, help us all.
What are we to do? We’re starving for some positive attention, most of us, anyway, … I think. If we find a kind soul willing to listen, don’t we want to talk? I mean we’re weathering a really crazy world right now. A very crazy world. Extroverts, and introverts too, need to process things a bit with kind, trust-worthy souls … hopefully you have a few in your personal world.
I was talking with a friend the other day on the phone and for some reason I thought of God (you know the old grandfather-type in the sky) and I said I think He’s sitting up there from on high looking down on us like a bunch of ants, or cars (you know, like when you are in an airplane that is descending or ascending and you can make out some ‘individual’ entities). I picture God looking down from above and thinking to Himself (or Herself), “Oh dear God, what have I set into motion by creating these little creatures?! Look at how violently they are crashing into each other! Oh no, what did I do? How can I help? This is a disaster!!”
Well, I (Lisa) can only pray fervently that God has a plan for this … for all of us. I am a minister after all and I do have to have a little faith. I try anyway. Most days.
My beautiful son is 18 years old. It’s a travesty. I hate it … I know he needs to grow up and really I love seeing how amazing he is as a young man, but it’s hard and scary to let a kid go. So, being the feisty mom that I am I reminded him last night that even though he is 18 and even though he is about to move across country and go to college, he still doesn’t know ANYTHING. Like the good young man I raised him to be he said, “Yes, I know, mom.” Of course he knows plenty of things and I know that he knows things that I don’t understand … truth be told he can run circles around me. Well, only physically, but that’s because I have a hip injury from a fall at work … but I won’t go down that rabbit hole.
Truth is … we all need some good friends, a Good God, and a whole heck of a lot of faith if we’re going to make our way though this tight spot we’re in. So hang on friends. And look for friends anywhere they might come. Just look at these cuties I met along my drive home yesterday. Notice their eagerness, and dare I say wisdom? They know they need connection. Maybe they think I have food, … but still there’s wisdom in that, right?!
Peace out for now.
