My deepest times of introspection usually present themselves in a dark living room with just the glow of the monitor before me. Tonight is no different. A sudden onset of summer has burst upon New Hampshire bringing with it warmth and through the open window the discordant cacophony of peepers from down in the swamp.
As I sit here I come to a full understanding of the fact that I indeed understand very little. As a control freak I find myself controlling nothing. So much of my life is completely beyond my own understanding or explanation. In my mind, tonight, all of the failures are magnified and focused yet mitigated by God’s great mercy.
Tonight I don’t pretend to know or understand anything.