In the quietness of my afternoon, I'm surprised again by joy and purpose. Sometimes my mornings, in their silence and stillness, are haunted by fear and doubt of the Giver's goodness. Even worse are the moments, lukewarm and bland, when I cannot or do not rejoice in this place, this time, these people, this love. But for today, Ecclesiastes allows me to see that purpose and purposelessness go hand in hand. For today, for right now, I will be at peace.
Tomorrow will come soon enough.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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