A CONUNDRUM FOR THE AGES

ACONUNDRUM FOR THE AGES

Think of it this way . . .

My wife, of right-at-sixty years, often asks, “Why did God make me one way and ask me to be another?” I often ask, “How many times have I had to beg some-one’s pardon and say, ‘I’m sorry’?” Even at our best, we are still finite and weak humans. And, yet, that doesn’t, and shouldn’t, stop us from trying to do our best at what we attempt to do for the good of others and ourselves. Put it this way:

 After Flubbing-up, What Then? — John V. Driggers

Now and then things get a little crazy,

We get lazy; our thinking gets hazy.

That’s when we’re apt to be dragged away;

Being prone to sway, it’s easy to stray.

With too-quick notice, we may do the wrong thing;

Even with best intentions then, find it only worsening.

What’s done is done and we can’t undo it.

Can’t live life backwards, so we face up to it.

Moving forward and searching for a solution;

Is there a way for us to make restitution?

Oh, one could wallow in self-pity and despair,

Just wouldn’t be healthy to go down there.

But, with a little understanding, forgiveness and love

We may take new courage with blessings from above.

If experience is the best teacher, as they say,

And we’ve learned good lessons along the way,

Then, hopefully, we’ll make it and be okay.

In the meantime, …

(And I do mean MEAN-time),

We live in a faulty, imperfect zone.

Won’t it be good when we get to go home,

In heaven, where it’s so much better

With the family of God all together?

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.” —  (Prov. 3:5)

“The Lord’s my strength and shield; my heart trusted in Him, and I am helped.” — (Ps. 28:7)

-John D.

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