We'll Carry On

Here's a blog with no pictures for you. I'm a terrible updater these days. My computer crashed. My internet fails me all the time. Heck, I actually got busy too. In fact, April and I embark on another crazy adventure in four and a half hours. It involves two hill stations, a billion hours in a taxi, picking up my sad computer, and hopefully some golf.

We'll carry on,
We'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on

I've been walking a crazy road for awhile. It twists and turns and sometimes goes in circles. It kind of seems like things are falling from the sky too...trying to knock me over. But I'm still here. I read bible verses and Augustine quotes. I scribble them on pieces of paper. I plaster them on walls. It's not an instant fix, but more of a reminder of why I should keep going. I wish I came from a culture that valued patience and waiting and silence and faith. I profess to desire these virtues, but behind closed doors I prefer lightning miracles and swallowing pills to the slow burn. And I'd definitely use a microwave if we had one.

There's something slightly glamorous about trials and fire. Still, I think most would welcome any trial except the one they've been given. I guess there are some extremes, but excluding those I do find myself thinking 'anything but this.' 'this' is what it is, however, and I'll keep going and somehow learn to be thankful and quit demanding a lightning miracle. Mountain life is slow. You'd think I would've learned by now.

I should stick to pictures.

We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated
Your weary widow marches on