Glimpses

This is part of my latest realization in the midst of some conversations with friends, which was further confirmed by a conversation with a wise, God-fearing man earlier today:

"Perhaps it was from thinking about him after his death, discovering how much I remembered and how little I knew, that I learned that all human stories in this world contain many lost or unwritten or unreadable or unwritable pages that the truth about us, though it must exist, though it must lie all around us everyday, is mostly hidden from us, like birds' nests in the woods." (p. 62, Wendell Berry's A World Lost)

Several months ago, I would say I sort of had a big plan for my life and big vision for what I wanted to do next. I would say that in the last several months, God has surprised me several times and reminded me that despite my greatest planning, my life and future are not based on my efforts. Often, the place where I find myself is the one that I would have least expected and he may lead me into places and things that reason alone cannot comprehend or fathom. But that, my friends, is why faith is such a beautiful thing-the things that aren't seen visibly are often the most important.