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| Every body needs a safe place. |
Remember that carnival game where you stand in front of about a dozen holes with a couple of mallets in your hands and wait for cutsie little mechanical moles to pop up so you can whack them over the head. The game has a time limit (Sort of like life), and the object is to whack as many moles as possible in the prescribed time. I think they even have a sound track that has the moles giggling as you try to keep up. I wonder which has more impact: the popping moles, or the mocking giggle? What I do know is that we can't afford to lose poise. I always cringe when I'm driving and some confused little fluffy tailed critter dashes into my path. I'm always glad NOT to hear the crunch of bones under my tires, and I've often wondered which survival tactic is the most successful. Does the little rodent that zigs and zags live longer than the one who sits still? In times of great stress, it's easy to over react, like the nervous rodent. It's harder to hold a firm place like the stationary rodent, and I'm pretty sure more mistakes have been made through rash behavior (Not that I've ever been rash) than have been made through logical deliberation. But here's the rub. Life often hurls large masses of uncontrollable force directly into our path. Free thinking time is quite often taken away. Here's the point of this ramble. If you ever find yourself trying to cross a dangerous street in a time of great stress: Look left, then right, then left again…and then trust your best judgment. In that light, Judy and I have decided to forego our planned mission trip to Honduras. We plan to fly to Palm Springs Saturday morning, and drive straight home. In that way, we'll think we'll be in a better position to support our loved ones. We can only hope this is the correct decision, and either way we pray our trip north will be uneventful. It's a little under thirteen hundred miles from Cathedral City, California to Spokane, Washington. On the beeline, it will take three and a half days. On the positive side, the high plains we'll be driving through have a certain kind of beauty, and it's another part of this magnificent West we've not seen. That alone means that life is good, especially today.
To be sure, our Lord has taught us about suffering.
He has allowed us to express doubt.
He has given us the power of prayer.
He has shown us the wisdom of perspective.
He's allowed us the power of choice.
He's given and He's taken away (Anne and little Libby).
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