I don’t have a post for you this morning, so I thought I’d drop you a letter instead. Remember those? Once upon a time people used ink pens to write down their news on actual paper (like from trees) and they sent it in the mail.
It was actually kinda cool. Or maybe you had to be there.
Anyway, I’ve hit one of those spots again where suddenly writing my blog seems hard. And you know what I do when that happens. I try harder! And harder!
And then, at the end of the trying comes the giving up, which is always the best part.
Ironically, one of the posts I couldn’t pull together for today included this Frederick Buechner quote:
“Our human best tends to be at odds with the holy best. To do for yourself the best you have it in you to do—to grit your teeth and clench your fists in order to survive the world at its harshest and worst—is by that very act, to be unable to let something be done for you and in you that is more wonderful still.”
His words are especially applicable to addicts, of course. We’re famous for trying to do our best long after it’s proven insufficient.
But what this quote brought to my mind so strongly is how as kids we’re taught that it’s okay to fail as long as we try our hardest, as long as we do our very best.
But you know what? I rarely do my very best. And trying my hardest has often landed me in a mess.
Maybe what we should tell our kids instead is that it’s okay to fail as long as they give something an honest try, as long as they ask for help when they need it, as long as they refuse to beat themselves up for falling short of perfect.
In the meantime, as I’ve tried and failed to write a post, life has kept happening.
And it was good.
I saw a fabulous French movie with Dave on Friday night called, Rust and Bone. You gotta go. And then after the movie, you gotta go next door to Josh and John’s for ice cream cones and talk about the scene where she goes back to visit the whale that put her in the wheelchair…
Warning: It’s not a Hollywood plot. Much more like real life, so if you’re not into that kind of thing, skip it!
In another lovely twist, last week I got a new twenty-something sponsee, and I made another new friend who wanted to try our church on Sunday, and she didn’t even mind that the sermon was mostly about hippos.
I have to run now, since I have work to do that isn’t the blog—a couple projects I’m helping Dave with. And I need to do our taxes this week, too. And a bunch of other random stuff.
So if you don’t hear from me much this week or next, don’t worry. It doesn’t mean I’m sitting here breaking my neck trying to write the best post there ever was, though my ego would love that.
It just means that I’m busy, and that life is happening as it should, and that sometimes God’s holy best for me looks different than I thought it would.
Have a great week, friends! I really do love you.