The Rails of comfort and discontent
Is it possible to have a good week and a horrible week at the same time? Is it possible to filled with grief/dread while also being filled with Hope simultaneously. Sometimes I am a living, breathing, walking dichotomy. I feel as if I’m a locomotive riding the rail of sorrow on my left and and a rail of peace on my right. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s been a very difficult week but I’m trying not to over react. Some people have questioned my motives in writing this blog. I’m not trying to elicit sympathy nor am I trying to win in the court of opinion. It reminds me of when I wrote in the original iteration of this blog when I lived in Bahrain. I had a reader that started disputing my notions of God. So we went to Fuddrucker’s to meet and talk. Instead of an argument of who is the true God Allah or Jehovah, I instead talked about what is wrong with me and what is right with my God. This so disarmed him that he started regular...