I think most people have heard or read Charles Dickens' famous opener: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only."
- by Kari Diane Pike
Thoughts about the existence of opposition and the role opposition plays in our lives have occupied my mind quite a bit lately. I don't think I have ever felt more challenged and at the same time more supported than I do right now. As a result, my prayers are longer, more frequent and more intentional. I feel greater love and sorrow for those who suffer and mourn, yet at the same time I have less patience and tolerance for unkind words and deeds. In a world where nothing stays the same, I have discovered the joy in knowing that God never changes.
I love how I can be feeling absolutely miserable and someone will cross my path with an unexpected smile or witticism. The other day a friend posted this on her Facebook status: "Women are angels and when someone breaks our wings, we still fly...on broomsticks. We're flexible."
Now, I realize that may not seem very funny to you, but I almost fell out of my chair laughing. My own wings were feeling pretty broken that day. Those words gave me a different perspective. Instead of whining about the internet being down, I dug out actual books to do some research. When the printer refused to print black only, simply because it wanted a magenta cartridge refilled, did I throw a tantrum? Maybe...but then I found my favorite pen and continued writing the old fashioned way. I hopped on my broomstick and kept riding--er--writing!