October 4, 2006

  • 'False' alarm means 'real' disappointment.

    Feels like a loss.  But how can it be a 'loss' when you never had it in the first place.  I don't know.  But it's just so human.  In all the hoping and planning around and dreaming about, a possibility becomes more tangible than intangible, more real than unreal, more 'life' than possibility.  --What is it that we put our hope in?

    What to do with disappointment?  I don't know how those who don't believe in God do it.  The only way I can deal with it is by submitting to God.  "God, I know you've got the best plan for me/us."  And that is the way.  If there were no sovereignty of God, life would just feel like a cruel game - affected by the arbitrary whims of something you can't control.  That seems rather terrifying.

    But despite the many, many twists and turns of this world, God is sovereign and in control.  He has plans and purposes beyond our understanding.  And He has for us more than lessons He wants us to learn but a character in us that He wants to form.

    Disappointment feels like collapsing sand castles, something falling down, falling down out of the sky, crashing in -- but perhaps God has better castles to be built - more intricate, more beautiful, more like His own Kingdom.  I don't know, but it feels like a cake that doesn't rise, a party that is unattended, a date badly ended, - standing moments - moments when you're standing still, paralyzed, unable to move forward but the world continues on without you - spinning, spinning on its axis - everyone goes on.

    But God says, "...I am the Lord, those who hope in me will never be disappointed."  (Is 49:23)  Hope in HIM, not in things, and we will not be disappointed.  This is something we can all hang our dreams upon.

Comments (2)

  • i don't think i could've worded this better...

  • and you know, sometime later maybe. probably, actually.

    hope deferred, not crushed! :) thanks for "talking" yesterday. (more like listening and typing.)

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