We had a memory game when we were kids. A bunch of cards face down in rows. Each card has a picture on it. The object of the game is to turn one card over and look at it, then you turn it back over. Then you have to try and remember where its matching card was. Sometimes you have no idea and other times it shows us exactly what we need to see. The cards seem completely out of order and random, but keep turning them over. And the more cards you see, you may get a sense of how everything fits together.
Life is sometimes like that game. It appears that we randomly go through life, doing sometimes meaningful and sometimes meaningless things and we try to find the matching card so that we can claim that “book.” Sometimes is super clear what we are doing but more often than not, we don’t have a clue. My friend Alex teaches a lesson on connecting the dots of our lives. How when we take a step back and look over our lives, we can see how all the seemly insignificant events have all shaped us into who we are. Good or bad.
The “Grand Weaver” has strategically placed us in situations because he knows that somewhere down the line we will need that experience. But here’s the catch, the experience, and the benefit might not even be for us. Everything that happens in our lives isn’t about us. In fact, I might even say, rarely is it about us. It is about the people we are connected to and who we are supposed to encounter along the road of life.
Most times the road we are on is a treacherous road, with speed bumps, and potholes. Sometimes we find ourselves traveling the wrong way down a one way street, trying to either quickly turn around or sometimes by the time we notice we are so far down the street, that we just keep going the wrong way, knowing its the wrong way, hoping and praying a car doesn’t pull out or the police don’t come.
We want so desperately to get off of our road. This is the road where horrible things happen, so often time we want to run or hide trying to escape the disaster. Look at me, I am surrounded by death daily. Its probably hurts me in ways I may never get over. I have lots of memories of people, people I’ve lost forever on this road. But I have lots of other memories too.
This is the road where I fell in love. The road where I found my family. This is where I’ve learned to be a person of character. Where I’ve learned how to take responsibility for other peoples lives and it’s the place were I met you. So I figure this road has given me as much as it has taken from me. I’ve lived here as much as I have survived here. It just depends on how you look at it. I choose to look at it that way.