A rainy day!

It's often lamented about, a decrease in productivity, a disturbance in the plans for the day. I just think it might be God's way to get us to slow down and think; to stop and consider; to wonder at his immensity. The thunder clap and flash of God's might reminds me that I am such an insignificant part of such a large process. The control I possess is minuscule in comparison to the unending, infinite authority of God's hand.

The wind blows each drop to it's final destination, as God leads us to ours. Will I be ok in this storm? Will I make it through to the end; of course. But my definition of the word "end," and HIS are much different in their implications. It's these things I think on, as a storm rolls through, and reminds me the importance of HIS mindfulness in my necessities of life.

It's Time

It's time to embark on a reprieve, a respite from everyday monotony; so here we go. It is off to Orlando and what is considered the happiest place on earth; be jealous! I envision time spent by the pool, doing what is best in times like this; nothing. Maybe some leisurely reading, a random nap or two, and possibly a refreshing fruity beverage. Most importantly, some time with family! I gathered recently that it has been over a decade since our last real family vacation, and for some reason over ten years ago they just stopped; interesting. But here we are, picking up where we left off when I was 15, embracing another experience, another adventure.

I've embraced the ideals of a minimalist for this trip, hoping to achieve simplicity. Seems that life's become so complex and confusing, it is time to get back to the finer things that have made life so great. No schedule, no hard plans, no bosses, no assignments, and no weird Wisconsin weather; just the Breckley's, the Florida sun, and a good book.

As the nice lady finally calls our flight number to head out, I struggle for departing words. So, I will just say, after 8 hours of sitting in this airport, I am glad to be leaving.

My Crutch

It doesn’t seem as though life has gone just how I had always imagined it. Things are much more obscure, muddled, and convoluted than I could have ever predicted. The clearly defined, black and white edges between right and wrong, good and evil, up and down just seem to blend together. God’s art just seems to be so incomprehensible to the layman’s eye; like a jumbled puzzle with no box to reference. It seems that man’s constant torment is his ability to question why, when no resolute answer exists. Just as Sisyphus pushes his bolder up the hill only for it to roll back down, we continually question the cosmos only to be met with more questions, instead of answers. What mind can possibly wrap his head around the idea of a God who loves, gives, and heals? What man can truly understand a God of three, and those three as one? Is faith the answer or do we use faith as an explanation for the ideas and facets in life we can’t possibly hope to understand?

The paradox of existentialism is one that says for every purpose there is a person, and for every person a purpose, while maintaining that the answers to these questions are not resolute. What seems the solution to a problem today will not necessarily be the resolution to that situation next week. That is the beauty of life, change is constant and we just can’t keep up. If it appears that I am conflicted in this matter it is because I am, I hope you are as well. We’ve an innate attribute that forces us to find a higher purpose to our lives. This is where God’s handiwork comes into play, he’s molded us in just the right way for his purpose, but will you yield?