Campfire Stories

How do I write about something that I don't know how to write about? To me it feels like describing the sound of silence. You know its there, but for the life of you it cannot be put into words. The experiencing of the never before experienced. Describing something that can only be communicated with a look. And through all this lack of substance fighting off doubts of the authenticity of this reality.

We really are vapors. "Know ye not what may happen on the morrow. For what is your life? It is but a vapor which appears for a moment and then vanishes." (James 4:14). I have thought often and hard about this struggle we call life - how we fight for control that we can never have. Why do we strain ourselves against the impossible? We can never be in control. Period. I don't know if that car next to me is going to continue going straight or if it is suddenly going to swerve into my lane, giving me early golden street dancing lessons. And who am I to say that it is early? We live our lives on a house of cards of preconceived ideas based on patterns and lessons we have learned in the past - yet none of them can ever give us a certainty of what will happen... now... or now...

or... now.

We just don't know. We can't know. Yet we continue to struggle, while we *know* that God is in control, and He does so much a better job than we ever can.

posted by Devo @ 7:28 PM |