Tuesday, September 4, 2012
This rest stop wasn't very restful. The food for sale wasn't nourishing. The Texas souvenirs weren't even from Texas. In general, it was a sub-par representation of life.
So I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I went looking for a bathroom with invisible pestilences, and I did what I always do. I griped to God.
Me: "So, God, life is hard and often unhappy."
Him: "Some times."
Me: (Trying to find a spiritual rainbow.)
"I need to remember the world is imperfect and not to put
my hope in it."
Him: "Good advice."
Me: "And that the good life is with You, right?"
Him: "Yep. You just need to hold everything loosely."
Me: "Yeah. . . what does that really mean?"
Him: "I don't know. I read it on Facebook."
It was the first laugh I'd had all day.
God will let you laugh again ~ you'll raise the roof with shouts of joy. . . Job 8:21
(Photo courtesy of Jess and Colin photostream at Flickr.com)