Sunday, April 27th, 2014
Don’t even tell me that nine of you have looked at this blog and there was nothing there. Some kind of gracious blog host I am.
And quite perfect for today.
I have been hit hard by a tragic death–that of my son’s business partner and intimate friend since high school. Car crash. Young, two little ones, wife. I’m sure you know the story.
So, I wrote/prayed one of my prayer poems. Several in fact.
But I have been thrown into a place of too much perspective.
Looking at the long run and history and the tiny impact of the individual life.
And then freed by futility to let go of stuff I don’t care about.
As in who gives a —- choose your preferred word.
I don’t have to do it because nothing matters.
Gets you to the simple place of only the essence.
One of mine is writing. I want to write even when I feel futile.
Another is reading. I want to read (about futility) even when I feel futile.
I want to hear from my kids.
I want to sit still.
So there you have it. The utility of futility.
My humor is coming back so healing starts. You know what popped me back into play. I found the lost key to my office. Bingo. Hope is back.
I mean really. Perspective shifts from tiny impetus.
Prayer/poems posted on Facebook I PRAY ANYWAY–Devotions for the Ambivalent