It seems like I have an easier time having faith things will get better/turn out/turn around when shit has hit the fan and all Hell is breaking loose in my heart, life, or soul. But give me an easy ride, an extended period of mild hiccups but mostly smooth sailing? Damned if I don’t start to fret about the other shoe dropping when what I should be doing is sitting back and saying: “Thank you!”
What an eye-opening lesson this is to learn and I’m glad it took an incredibly easy period with my family to realize how pensive I am about how relatively easy things are.
I need to learn how to have faith that things are going to remain good now that I have the whole “faith that life is going to get better”.
When I realized this the other day, I could just see God standing next to me, hands on her hips, clucking her tongue as she shook her head slowly,trying to quell her exasperation with me: “You really don’t get this whole omnipotence, larger than everything do you? If I’m helpful when things are going to Hell in a handbasket; why wouldn’t I be the one helping maintain the good stuff?” And then she says “sheesh” between clinched teeth and asks for that gin sitting in the cat dish because sometimes being my deity is hard and frustrating work.