Job 12 | Ask the Birds
How are you? is a very open-ended question. Very. Good is the passing answer. The passable answer. The non-answer. The real answer is well...
...thisweekwasincrediblyfulli'vegotalotonmyplateandsomuchhomeworkbutatleasticancomplainaboutcollegelifeandlackofsleepenoughforustomutuallymakelightoftheseproblemsandcelebratetheweekendproposingthesolutionofaddingmorehourstothedaybecausetimeiswhatwe'refighting, right?
"In His hand is the life of every living thing and the breath of all mankind," says Job, someone with a lot larger serving of crippling life problems than I've faced or probably will ever face. We think time is the problem. We think doing is the solution. We think that is the cause. We think this is the end. We think, we think, we think. And in that process of digging a hole we call progress, we forget. Overthinking is overwhelming and frankly draining. Overthinking also does not add a single hour to your life, just ask Matt. Yet stopping to remember the beautiful, true, and hopeful is rejuvenating as the moment April showers sparkle at sunlight's arrival on a Saturday afternoon walk through misty gloom.
For the first time since August I noticed - unexpectedly noticed - the birds chirping from winter-bare tree branches. (It's hard to spend days outside when the wind/snow/cold is forcibly pushing me back inside). I should ask the birds How are you? I already know their reply. Let me retweet it because it's true and I need to hear it louder: I am resting sustained in the Life-giver's hand.
Isn't life so much more than we think?