Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
The flowers of spring do their thing where they are whether anyone is there to notice and rave or not. Spring flowers don't depend on anything going their way to do what they do best. Doing their best is what they are here for, anyway, nevertheless, even so, no matter what. And I was there to witness that, and to bear witness of it long after the event had disappeared into those annals of time.
Because they are reminders to me of what I am to be about. I am a spring flower called to do my best in the time and place allotted for my life. I don't get to pick my life, choose my point of origin, and my parents, and my socio-economic niche. I wake up and here I am. Am I going to do my thing or not? Maybe because the lighting isn't quite what I had in mind, or the weather is too humid, or whatever...
We are to be our best here, now because this is where we are, and this is where we have to do it if it is to ever be done. And it would be such a tragedy if it were never done.
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters, five granddaughters, one great granddaughter, and a great grandson on the way, within about ten minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
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