Flying By the Seat

But, where is God?

I was talking to a co-worker a few days ago and I told her that my  ABO exam is fast approaching and if I fail I don’t want it to be because I didn’t ask for help. See, that’s the thing. If I fail this thing because I just don’t get it–that’s cool. But if I don’t pass because I just couldn’t somehow find it in me to ask for help, then I can’t live with that. Why?

I have a tendency to fly by the seat of my pants. It’s kind of how I wound up in optics anyway. It’s how I ended up being a counsellor for girls at Prescott Pines and swimming in lakes and walking tight ropes and dressing like a cow girl.  It’s how I ended up drunk on New Year’s Eve.

Captain Kirk said he didn’t believe in no-win scenarios. My dad says his last line in the series,  regarding his life, and helping star-fleet, was this:

“It was fun.”

I agree. But where is God?

In the midst of all of it, yes I am in the palm of His hand. But where the hell is that? I kind of feel like, that’s what life is, that’s what it comes down to.

See God is always with me, but I want to go where He is.

I don’t believe in no-win scenarios, either.

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