Been feeling a lot of career angst lately. Which seems petty the midst of a pandemic and mass suffering. I'm trying to sit with that feeling and listen, to myself, to God, and see what happens.
I recently heard that hope is living in the possible not the probable, which I like. I'm not a blind optimist, but I've seen things work out enough times that I know the brokenness, although a constant in life, isn't final.
*nodding* So much yes to the career angst... I've been feeling the same, and asking Spirit some deep questions about the space She might be inviting me to occupy in the world, at this moment in time. I am definitely experiencing this "pandemic era" as a liminal space -- it's not the old thing, but it's not the new thing either, and the new thing remains undefined (although I feel like starting to publish my writing is a step in *A* direction, lol).
"Living in the possible, not the probable".... beautiful. I'll hold onto that this week. Thanks so much for sharing. I'm delighted you're here, Tyler!
This is an amazing article! I love that you're putting your words into the world. I like the idea that perhaps things must be broken to let the light shine through and not just fixed or sealed over. That we might just have to let the system break to rebuild.
“(Memo to Advent calendar-makers: your evangelism sucks.)” Never thought about the nasty excuse for chocolate as evangelism. Point taken.
I am slowly learning that I cannot fix it all, and to wait and watch and listen to and for God in those things beyond my control, which is actually everything.
I’m glad you have this blog- always thought you should have one. ❤️
At 74, I have learned to embrace the predicability of systems, big and small, human and artificial, falling apart and watch as those who are invested in those idol-like systems, go through all kinds of machinations and death-throws as they crack apart. They miss seeing the light because it is shining in all the places they aren't looking.
Been feeling a lot of career angst lately. Which seems petty the midst of a pandemic and mass suffering. I'm trying to sit with that feeling and listen, to myself, to God, and see what happens.
I recently heard that hope is living in the possible not the probable, which I like. I'm not a blind optimist, but I've seen things work out enough times that I know the brokenness, although a constant in life, isn't final.
Very glad I stumbled upon your blog!
*nodding* So much yes to the career angst... I've been feeling the same, and asking Spirit some deep questions about the space She might be inviting me to occupy in the world, at this moment in time. I am definitely experiencing this "pandemic era" as a liminal space -- it's not the old thing, but it's not the new thing either, and the new thing remains undefined (although I feel like starting to publish my writing is a step in *A* direction, lol).
"Living in the possible, not the probable".... beautiful. I'll hold onto that this week. Thanks so much for sharing. I'm delighted you're here, Tyler!
This is an amazing article! I love that you're putting your words into the world. I like the idea that perhaps things must be broken to let the light shine through and not just fixed or sealed over. That we might just have to let the system break to rebuild.
Great job Mom!
“(Memo to Advent calendar-makers: your evangelism sucks.)” Never thought about the nasty excuse for chocolate as evangelism. Point taken.
I am slowly learning that I cannot fix it all, and to wait and watch and listen to and for God in those things beyond my control, which is actually everything.
I’m glad you have this blog- always thought you should have one. ❤️
At 74, I have learned to embrace the predicability of systems, big and small, human and artificial, falling apart and watch as those who are invested in those idol-like systems, go through all kinds of machinations and death-throws as they crack apart. They miss seeing the light because it is shining in all the places they aren't looking.