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- Married to Andrea since 1982. We have 9 children together and none apart. Our dog's name is Tebow.
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After finding and remediating mold twice in our Colorado home, we abandoned ship in October 2008. Because of the high levels of exposure, our entire family was affected. After months of seeing different specialists for all of the problems, we came to Arizona to begin comprehensive treatment to rid our bodies of the toxic buildup. In August 2009 we moved into a larger home, four bedrooms, south of Tucson, north of Mexico. I am doing my daily radio program/ writing from that location. Thanks for praying for us. We really feel it.
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Monday, January 21, 2013
Today
I was thankful for questions.
All
that is unanswered in my life. It’s overwhelming. All the questions about my
puny little life. And my children. And our community. Our state. Our country.
All
the questions about the future, as well as the past. Answered questions help
you make sense of what’s happened, what is happening, and what may happen. But
the lack of answers provides despair or discouragement.
Today
I let my thoughts wander a little more, a little further down the path than
usual, because, to be honest, most of the time I get stuck at the hedge of all
my questions. And the brambles and briers get so thick I turn around and wander
back to where I feel secure.
No,
not secure, back to where I feel more comfortable. The nest I’ve made of the
questions I can answer. My little bed with the warm cover that keeps the cold
away, at least for the night.
So
I wandered past the hedgerow and found a clearing and an expanse ahead. Just a
glimpse, for a moment, of what might be, what could be if I moved past the
questions of my life. And the view, though, fleeting, was amazing. The view
filled me with hope.
Until
I looked at the questions again.
And
that’s when it hit me—the questions are there to propel me, not stop me. The
questions of my life aren’t there for me to find every little answer and get
everything right. The questions are there to be a catalyst to look to the
“Answer,” capital “A.”
One
day, and it may be soon, all of the questions are going to make sense. Like
arrows on the path pointing, “This way.” And the more uncomfortable I am
willing to become, pulling off the cover of my complacency and my need to be
warm, the closer to the Answer I will get.
Today
I was thankful for questions.
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2 comments:
I never looked at questions that way before. Beautiful! An entirely new way at viewing my questions.
I'm sure God has found it amusing that I thought I had all the answers in my twenties and now in my late fifties... there are so many questions!
In 2008 I turned 50, lost my job because of the economy, tried to survive on unemployment, wife of 27 years decides shes not happy, she files or divorce. I continue to look to God for direction. I attend divorce care, read every book on marriage and relationship. Have daily devotions, maintained a journal for past four years, attend an after divorce life group. Plug in to Moody radio and wait. I'm getting recovery fatigue. Hear countless stories of how marriages have been saved, and still I wait. I work, I eat, I sleep, I pray...I wait...