Life Is Not What We Thought It Would Be

Not long ago, I spoke with my sister.  I always love speaking with her...she's part of my heart and her input is always effective.






 She said something to the effect that  maybe a lot of people think that "life isn't what we thought it would be." 




I agree with her at least in my view. And according to most people I've spoken with this is their opinion as well.





 After watching, for the umpteenth time, a video from 1989 at Christmas with my family, I realize how I've changed my outlook on life. Life really isn't what I thought it would be.  Back then, in our 30's we believed we "knew" how life worked and what to do to make it work.  Whether it be religion or relationship or whatever, we "knew'.  Now, in our..well.....a lot more years later, we realize we don't really know anything except that life is imperfect and we don't have all the answers. God knows I wish I did.





We think there's love without end in a realtionship, and true as that may be, it's not the way we interpret "love without end".  It's true...love does not end, nor does it have a beginning..but that's a whole 'nother subject.  I'm talking about the imperfections and wildness of this life. We think there are ways to protect us from mishaps; finacial planning, good relationship counselling, invetro, and the list goes on.  But God is wild to say the least..but guess what???God IS good.  I KNOW that, and probably only that.




I love music and it brings me comfort when nothing else can.  When my father died, even music didn't bring me comfort, but that's neither here nor there.  I think my point is that we live in such an imperfect world where we know, according to C.S. Lewis,"we were make for better than this."  (Thus my love affair with Aslan.) Music sometimes sort of magnifies that idea and puts it into a genre that I can't totally expound on. 



Even though I live in an enviornment where the blue in the sky is about the most perfect blue anyone could imagine, there is still that something missing.  How I miss my counselor, Mary, who educated me in so many ways to accept that I live in an imperfect world.  If I had my way, heaven would be on earth NOW...the lamb would lay with the lion NOW...but hey, that's not the way it is.



Until then, my friend, adeue!