Quicksand

I haven’t seen the path now in quite a while. For most of the past week, I’ve been mired in quicksand, but I luckily was able to grab a branch and seemingly will survive. My priorities have become crystal clear (funny how adversity does that) but the challenge to consistently keep them in proper perspective remains. It’s inevitable something will have to give. Like the Old Man, I have to recognize my limitations. For the moment anyway, I’m content to catch my breath. I know I’ll figure out the right balance but first I have to listen better. I’m reminded that the journey is not based on how much I think I know, but rather on my application of God’s truth on the course of daily living.

Anger

Some of the old me made a public appearance tonight. It's not something I'm proud of. Anger is a selfish emotion. It's quite often unproductive. I need to do better. I need to renew my resolve. I need to reinvigorate my patience. Where the heck did the path disappear to? I'm way deep in the woods again but somehow I've wandered far from the path I'm supposed to follow. I need guidance. Fortunately, I know where to get it.

Melancholy

I've been thinking a lot about my Dad lately. I'm not really sure why but I suspect it's because of the mounting instances in life that I would've ordinarily shared and discussed with him. I find myself thinking for a few seconds of how my Dad will react to something before I remember he's not with us anymore. I wonder if that happens to other people too?

I'm sad when it happens but I'm glad I remember him by the things we once shared in common. I suppose it's normal. His birthday is Tuesday.