WHO ARE YOU TO SAY! I wonder — can we agree? Can we all just get along? The world happier would be! Maybe I might/could be wrong! Must I always do as you? Possibly I might be right! I trust my thoughts also true — And I believe white is white! If you so dislike my voice Simply turn and dance away! Agree that all have a choice. Then our world will be okay!
Fandango asks! Hmmmm!“Given the matter how much control we have over our own lives, my provocative question this week is…
Looking at your own situation, how much of your life is formed by things that are outside of your control versus things that are within your control? Please elaborate to the extent you feel comfortable.”
I live according to this adage, “Man Plans, and God Laughs.” Not to say I don’t plan, I do. Every day while sipping my coffee, I talk to God, not a formal prayer, just talk. I plan my day and end it with, “according to your Will, not mine.” Sometimes I beg, knowing that He is in charge, and of course, I always (try) depend on His HELP!
So far, looking back on my life (soon to be 82). It has been about as good as it gets — with many complications and snags. The worse of my years was between 1969 – 1982. Those were the years I did not depend on God’s HELP! I even doubted the existence of God. Like so many other Catholics, I was led right out of the Church into a new modern way of thinking. (Novus Ordo=Vatican II)
I realize I am getting away from the provocative question, so back on track, I will end by saying I now know that nothing of my life is under my control, except my daily prayer for HELP! I learned the hard way when my dependence on God was on the back burner; everything was chaos. The horror of it was, I didn’t know how disordered my life was; I only knew I was not at peace.
Prayer will always OBVIATE despair.
For the Weekly Photo Challenge, I am ever so grateful and satisfied my journey with its twists and turns has finally brought me home to my Traditional Catholic Faith.
Hear the music of a piccolo; no a bird!
The sky opens up to allow Gods power seen.
Listen; thunder roaring like a lion.
Instantly the sun’s rays appear
Signaling peace restored.
All is well! The storm drifts on!