I am not a fatalist - I do not believe in fate or predetermined destiny. Once in a while something comes along ( a word, a phrase, a stanza, a poem?) that fills a need inside. Something that is fitting - profoundly fitting for the time and place in which I exist. This is one such thing. I hope it touches you the way I experienced it. It is just under 5 minutes long.
Compare yourself to God to be humbled.
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For Christians (some anyway), I believe in destiny, but not exactly fixed destiny, but
co operative destiny, synchronistic. And I believe in prayer, the effectual outworking of prayer. One must think before communicating with the Highest.
I try to follow the counsel of the apostle Paul in the book of Phillipians, think on what is good. A training of the mind. As this poem contrasted: noise and clamor
vs. peace within.
When major upheavals come, like storms, we must wait until it passes: it passes.
One suicidal friend heard me when I asked him if he thought he'd have these great difficulties in ONE YEAR. Something cleared, he said 'not. He lived, lived through the extreme difficulties (they can be extreme), but...it passes. Everything passes.