“…the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.” -TolkienIf you haven't read the charming little children's book, Thank You, God, put it on your to-read list. It'll take you about 3 minutes, and is proof that a simple rhyme for kids can even be a meaningful prayer for us grownups. Anyway, let me tell you why El Comodoro is particularly thankful this week.
So, you see why I thought it strikingly appropriate that Thanksgiving fell when it did. My thoughts are usually more coherent during times like this, so I apologize for this being so fragmented. There's been so much going on, with every issue seemingly of great import to our family.
Over the past many months, I've asked God for wisdom to know the right path to take. I've asked that He would lead our family to the right place (and that we'd recognize it when we saw it!). I think about the working of God's Will (a.k.a. Providence) a lot. To me, it's an incredibly interesting subject. For further reading, see my ill-fated little essay on Robinson Crusoe. And if you really want to tangle your mind, dig into determinism versus free will. And watch this. And go read this. And this.
But after this wonderful thing has happened, at precisely the right time, I find it harder and harder to be articulate in my thanks to God. How many times can you say thank you? How many ways? I struggle with that. And I feel like praying with Roget's Thesaurus. Would that even help?
Maybe just trying to be grateful is the answer. Living your life well, gratefully.
Thank you, God.