I “fixed” the dishwasher and it poured water into the kitchen.
Rain water got into the basement.
I lost my wife.
I’m supposed to be married with a working dishwasher and dry basement.
Nothing is as it was five years ago. I wasn’t even a Christian then, but I thought I was finally figuring things out in my late thirties.
Now I’ve got nothing figured out, I’m groping for the next right thing to do.
Surfing the shifting sand is tiring, but I’m finding my rocks. Jesus is the big one. He’s immutable and constant. I’ve found a few human rocks too. Men and women who have stood tall as the world has pushed incessantly against them.
The world will win against our physical selves. It will crush our bodies and our flesh will die. Our souls will live on.