
Attachment to outcomes can be such a fatal flaw.
I don't know the best possible turn of events.
I think I do, but goodness comes to me in ways I
never could have predicted, and in fact, would have
tried to prevent if it had been within my power.
Thank God for my limited ability to control events.
Had anyone told me this a few years ago, I might have suggested that they were spineless, lacking in
purpose and perseverance, that life had to be
attacked, goals relentlessly pursued.
Now I might say don't quit before the miracle, don't
lose your heart, do the footwork and trust the
outcome.
But the hubris is missing.
I have lost too many battles and won too many wars to believe that anything can ruin my life anymore.
Now I am grateful for the lessons that continue to
patter against the panes of my life.
Each lesson starts with me trying to control
something, trying to manipulate, until someone speaks
God's words to me: It will be okay.
Don't worry, everything will work out the way it is
supposed to.
So, if I should say that to you one day, please
forgive me.
People keep saying it to me and it keeps working.
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