I’m really too exhausted to write, but the danged audioblogger is apparently defunct. In fact, I posted twice today, but they both disappeared, I guess. And now, Picasa is taunting me. Just another thing I wish I could control, but can’t. In the midst of a couple of crying jags this week, I realize how frustrated I get with things, and with God. It’s not that I’m mad at God… it’s just that I’d like to direct a few events, and prevent a few others. For myself, naturally, but also for others. But of course, this is impossible. It is, however, possible for God, though he seems to choose to avoid that kind of control. So when everything hits the fan, who can I go to but him?
So I’m sure I resemble my daughter, who will simultaneously embrace and push away from her only source of sustenance.