How Did I End Up Here?

“Evening, and morning, and at noonday, will I complain, and moan; And he will hear my voice.” (Psalms 55:17)

scenic view of sea against sky at sunset

“The days are long but the weeks go quickly.” My Grandfather used to say this, and I’ve heard several people repeat the idea.

Higgly Piggly—hodge podge—at times thoughts run through my mind and it’s difficult to tie them down. I do like to laugh but there are days when it is easier to moan and complain. Maybe I’m stiff and morning has come earlier than I wanted, or maybe it is just one of those days. And I’ve found the perfect scripture for when people tell me to hush up and stop my moaning and complaining… Of course, we don’t want to moan or complain as the Israelites did in their wanderings.

A few years ago a person was commenting that they had put up a heavy-duty fence around their sweet corn to keep the raccoons from destroying their sweet corn crop. However, that night the commotion could be heard in their house as the fiendish animals climbed all the way up and over the electric fence, made a mess in the corn patch, and then the same howling came back as they crawled up, over and out of the patch.

How do the rascals always know when it’s time to harvest? But embarrassingly, when I arise in the morning I have begun sounding like the foolish critters climbing the fence—moaning and complaining.


A few weeks ago I read a snippet from Seth Godin in which he was expounding on the futility of our ways of doing things. Using the example of speed bicycle racing—

“Someone in 1933 won a speed bicycle race with a recumbent bicycle and UCI became concerned… In 1933, a twenty-year-old speed record was broken by a racer on a recumbent bike. Concerned, the leading manufacturers of upright bikes went to the UCI and persuaded them to ban recumbent bikes from competition.”

And so he concluded that “Little decisions compound and then (the little decisions) anchor systems. And once those decisions become entrenched, Our commitment to defending sunk costs keeps those systems long after they’re no longer serving a purpose.

Which can lead to all sorts of ideas, traditions, or strange habits such as the belief that “to cut off dog’s tails is somehow more healthy”.” (Seth Godin~)

At this point, we might begin to feel like George Carlin when he wrote: “Some people have no idea what they are doing, and a lot of them are really good at it.” George Carlin


I’m sitting at my computer this morning as what I assume are spray planes and spray helicopters are buzzing and flying back and forth. In a normal world, I would think of them in terms of farming and crops.

However, I have been known to view things on a different level. It’s called being in writing mode, or where do you get ideas for your stories?

For instance, I could put it in a future story file that starts somewhat like… “I hope they aren’t looking for me, and why would our powers that be care what a seventy-year-old woman is thinking or saying on her social media or personal communications? As a youth I was taught that honesty was the best policy, but in today’s world—not so much. And sadly that’s how I learned not to stay in one place for longer than two days in case they are looking for me…”

Writers do have a different way of taking a path, yet it begs the question, who’s writing your story?

According to Robert Frost, who wrote “The Road Not Taken.” There are many different paths a person can take. We must be careful that we don’t follow the meme that says “Sometimes it’s hard to hear what the Lord is saying to us when we already have in our mind what we want him to say.”

The Paths We Take~

When you look at the way before you or when you look behind you, what do you see? Do we ever look either way, do we ever see? I’m guilty of deciding too quickly what path I should be aiming for. Keeping my choices as Godly as possible helps me not go off the curb, and there’s a blessing in that.

I gleaned several thoughts from a Facebook post. I believe the author was Donna Ashworth written to her daughter. I pared it down to just six of the twenty-three she listed:

1. It’s okay to cry when you’re hurt. But, wash your face, and get up off the floor when you’re done. You don’t belong down there.

7. If you can’t smile with your eyes, don’t smile. Insincerity is nothing to aspire to.

10. If you have an opinion, you’d better know why.

17. Question everything … except your own intuition.

19. No matter where you are, you can always come home.

20. Be happy and remember your roots.

Most of these are self-evident. Beginning with number one, men women, young and old, we all have those days when we hit bottom, and no matter what our actions are when we vent and ‘cry’, after it’s over, get up, pick yourself up, get your life in order. A setback should not be permanent.

Number seven, be honest. Be sincere. Numbers ten and seventeen go together, I would say question everything, even your intuition. Figure out why you believe what you believe and don’t count your intuition out, it can be a second reason you believe and have your opinion.

Number nineteen, I pray for each of us that we always have a home we can go home to. And it’s important for each of us to treasure our home that we can go home to. And that goes along with number twenty—contentment. If you know who you are and where you’ve come from always retain your balance. Don’t get out of your element.

As the Apostle Paul wrote/said, “But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not found vain;” (1 Corinthians 15:10)

We are all what we are, but not all of us are where we should be according to God’s grace. We should be striving to be the finished product God is designing. We are all traveling the road to go home—one way or another. What is difficult is to let go of us and let God work.

“And he would fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man gave unto him. But when he came to himself he said, How many hired servants of my father have bread enough and to spare, and I perish here with hunger! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight: I am no more worthy to be called your son: make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose, and came to his father. But while he was yet afar off, his father saw him, and was moved with compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck, and kissed him.” (Luke 15:16-20)