Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Put what you truly want on the back burner- never stop asking God for it, but at some point you must simply leave it in His hands and move on. The man who truly wants to get some rest will never get it as long as he is preoccupied with falling asleep. He first must think of other things, maybe read a book, or just relax. Eventually, the sleep he needs will find him. Sometimes we get what we want most when we at last stop looking for it.

All the World's a Stage

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are merely the players; They have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts . . ." (William Shakespeare). The thing to remember is that while we are playing our part onstage, so engrossed in the current scene we are in, there is a whole world busily going on backstage. Things we have no idea about- important things that our character could only see in dreams. This is what I might call "real life", where the Great Director busily works. One day we shall make our exit, stage left. Only then will real life truly begin.

Old Wounds and Battle Scars

Just when you think you are over something, that you've gotten beyond it and moved on, the pain can rush back in without warning. Like a crack in the wall you thought you had fixed long ago, suddenly a huge tear and the entire thing collapses like a house of cards. Who knows what set it off? It might have been anything. One minute showering or shaving, the next your heart is breaking like a new wound- as if it were that same day all over again- even after several years. The old questions I should already know the answers to flood in, suddenly forgotten- "will I ever see him again? Is this life just a one act play on the stage, spent watching those we love
take their exits as we look on and keep performing?" The play must go on, and I know there is a plan, but some days the faith is so very weak. A thousand desires never expressed, never fulfilled- sometimes just too much for my soul to bear. Who on earth can ever fathom the many secret hallways of the human heart . . .