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.