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︎︎︎ August 19th, 2024 ︎︎︎
August 19th, 2023

Drive, Not Home, &c.

Leaving the house has gotten considerably more complicated since Roby started hanging out with us. We have to bring loads more stuff, and there are many things that have been worn smooth with use in our house, that are pretty jagged feeling out in the world, where we don’t go very often. Changing a diaper, going to bed, playing around, eating dinner, these things we do every day, multiple times a day, are all met with considerably more friction when we are without the systems we’ve built in our house. 

To say nothing of the comfort of familiar objects and familiar systems, bein’ out is just tough some times. And being out we will be for nearly a full week, starting tomorrow. And that begins with the long drive Roby has ever been on, four hours. We’re bringing the dog too. I’m sure he’ll hate that time in the car, but what he won’t hate, is coming along for the adventure. But that’s the thing about dogs, they have no idea of the alternate realities they have been spared by the pains of their masters. 

Another similarity between dogs and God-fearing human beings. It has occured to me to pray for certain things that I want, that seems like a reasonable thing to do. But quickly there it seems obvious that...I’m a stupid person, I have an idea of what I’d like, but I see only from my point of view, I do not understand the bigger picture. I have an idea of what a nicer life might be, but I don’t really know. And even if I did, the love I have for myself is incredibly flawed when measured against the love of my creator who knows how to love me far more completely than I do. 

This is all to say, I can pray, but it seems silly. It seems silly because God will will whatever it is he pleases and it will be for the good. A good so complete that I would have to be even more of a fool than I already am not to be happy about it, even if it’s something different from what I thought I wanted.

Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

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