I’ve never been very comfortable in my own skin. I don’t really know why. Maybe it’s curiosity; trying to understand how all the pieces fit together. The problem is, somebody took all the puzzle boxes, upended all the pieces on the table and hid the box tops with the pictures. At least that’s how it seems sometimes.
So there I went again. Threw up my hands and headed out the church door. Funny thing is I keep spiraling back. At least I managed to fit a few of pieces together. I’ve been reading Seeking God by Esther de Waal. It’s a commentary on St. Benedict’s rule. One of the vows Benedictine religious promise is stability. Briefly put, it means grow where you’re planted. Stop trying to reach that glow on the other side of the mountain. The glow just keeps moving. Stop, listen, read, pray; and grow where you’re planted.
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