Clunk

Hear that? It's the sound of living. Life is clunky.

And it is all right.

It is a relief to assent to the clunkiness of life on Earth, where even a great and blessed thing isn't always great and blessed, whether it be a spouse, a child, a job, a friend, a house, a stomach to feed. This is an odd kingdom where a lover isn't always loverly, where a happy ending often circles back to a meagre beginning, and where even a dearest companion may let you down.

It rattles and clangs and clunks, this life. But it moves along. Breathe and go with it.

Stress Myth

Somehow I've gotten it into my head that I'm not being obedient or diligent if I'm not a little stressed out. The American way.

Well, that's just gotta go. When the whole world is in a panic, when society seems to require doing, overdoing, striving, and overstriving, God wants me in a place of peace. Whatever happens: unhurried, unpanicked. Care free.

What's your attitude toward that visitor, Stress? Like me, do you sometimes encourage it just a bit too much?