Today, a convergence of two sources lights the way:
From Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies: “Life does not seem to present itself to me for my convenience, to fix itself up nicely so I can write about it with wisdom and a point to make before putting it on a shelf somewhere. Now … I understand just enough about life to understand that I do not understand much of anything.”
It occurs to me that, like Anne Lamott, “do not understand much of anything,” and that thought becomes even stronger any time I sit and fret about tomorrow, which caused me to cue up one of my favorite old hymns: “Today, I’ll walk beside him, for He knows what is ahead. Many things about tomorrow, I don’t seem to understand, but I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand.”
Understanding is SO overrated.
It occurs to me... 