I want to write something meaningful and profound today, really I do. I started with a quiet, calming instrumental soundtrack in my earbuds, but it was insufficient to drown out what seems to be a b@!%h session occurring at the table next to me in the coffeeshop. Story of my life and certainly a cultural phenomenon as of late.
Oblivious noise invading my personal space, that is.
I have shifted the music to something louder with drums and lyrics.
A couple weeks ago I received some good news. I’m still not sure what to do with it or about it. If anything. Like many things in life, it was an if/then. If x happens as expected, then y. If x stays the same, then y.
If … then … else …
Hey, you’re talking to someone who created a training class to teach engineers how to draw logic diagrams. For all the current conversation about non- binary, I’ve been thinking in 1s and 0s for decades.
Many things aren’t quite so black and white, of course. This particular occurrence felt like a, “See? I told you to trust me,” message straight from the big guy. I guess I’m still struggling to believe it. To trust that x will happen in such a way that y is still the outcome. To discern whether x/y is really the plan.
To, let’s be honest, figure out how to contingency plan to cover myself in the event x/y blows up.
Part of me is chuckling over how good God is.
Another part did a search on “trust” in the NIV and got 170 hits.
Yet a third part is still laughing over the best text message I’ve received in a while. “Let that @#$!?*% go,” sent while I was sitting in I don’t remember now which airport. While they explained they were quoting, the text came from someone who doesn’t use a lot of profanity.
So I let that @#$!?*% go.
Wonder if I should share that advice with the next table.
Maybe not.
In case you were wondering, they’re still going strong.
