"Now is the winter of our discontent ...." So says Richard III in the opening lines of Shakespeare's classic. Discontent is perhaps too strong a word, but as is my wont during the unsettled cycles in my chosen industry, I allow these somewhat anxious and fatiguing days to sap at my strength and my hope, leaving more than a modicum of doubt and fear in its wake. While I continue to take whatever proactive steps I can, there are nights when sleep is hard to come by.
But the sun always rises, and this morning was no exception. A bitter chill reminiscent of my Dakota upbringing has descended upon our area, and yet on this morning allowed for a crystal sky, a glimpse of Mercury, and rays of hope at sixteen degrees. For a precious moment, I was not alone in my aloneness.
I want so desperately for things to be simple and clear and manageable from day to day, moment to moment. But it is not always to be, and fighting it can be taxing. And yet I know there is something to be gained from the fight, even if only in my understanding. This I find to be true: Simplicity is appealing and certainly worthy of pursuit, but wrestling with complexity is not without reward. So I choose to press on through this unsettled season, knowing and not knowing, working and trusting, and above all, hoping and believing.
"On Christ the solid Rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand, all other ground is sinking sand."
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