It's amazing how dark it gets at night. I don't mean "dark" as in the absence of light. "Dark" as in dreary, or depressing.
I'm fine during the day. Our lives are filled with such a frenzy and intensity that we seldom stop to feed our face or take a breath, much less actually think about something for more than a few seconds.
But at night, things settle down; Most of the world goes to sleep or retreats into their own idea of rest. It is at those times when the silence can be so deafening.
In the quiet dark of the night, I can't hide anywhere. I am confronted with the sum total of my life and I find it sorely lacking.
Lacking in what?
Many things, but at the top of the list is faith & trust.
Faith that God is in control.
Faith that what God requires of me, I can perform.
Trust in my own abilities.
Trust that I can handle whatever lies before me.
Also appearing in smaller than necessary quantities is motivation.
I seem to start many things, but seldom finish.
The songwriting that seemed to consume me one year ago seems so far past that it was almost a different person.
The keyboard sits by the computer, gathering dust, unused now for months.
There's one more piece missing from this puzzle of my life. A dream I dare not utter. A hope I dare not imagine.
As all life seems to contain equal parts comedy and tragedy, probably so will this site.
I'd better thing up something funny soon.
I'll end with a bit of wisdom from my niece. (She's four)
"If you buy something and you don't like it, it was probably for your parents"
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