On a notion of the universe conspiring against us, I may not be far from the truth. No matter how troubled, how calm, how perfect or dysfunctional our lives may be, each of us have had at least one moment that lashed out at us with its terrible biting teeth. You're thinking of it even now as I type.
Lucky few of us made it into our teen years without at least one event striking deep at our soul. Even if we were not old enough to understand at the time, we knew it hurt, and lucky we were if we didn't know how much so at the time.
This shattered and broken universe's agenda is to take you out and down never to rise again. The Maker of the universe, as it would have been without our meddling, He allowed for such pain, even counted it into His design, not the pain, but the healing.
No matter how tempted I may be, I am not about to embark on a big religious treatise to define what that all means. I don't have to; if you're alive, you most likely have enough experience to either nod in agreement or stop reading and delete me from all social connections...
BUT, I believe it is the Maker's wish that, in some way, through our pain, rejection and heart-wrenching sorrow we would be made into what we were designed to become.
Go-along with the process and it works, sometimes quickly, but more often maddeningly slow.
Fight against it, and life gets all twisted into ever more complicated and painful knots.
Ultimately, the battle is ours to fight, and the choice of outcome is ours. He will not leave us alone and twisting in the wind.
Peace,
Mike
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