Odd Duck On A Pond

November 2, 2023

There are no accidents. Only appointments.

Life is a curious thing. It is utterly amazing what can transpire in forty-eight hours when time ripens as it does. Surely God knows what we need and provides it when we are ready to receive it. That “ready to receive it” thing has its own set of variables that govern and guide that often elusive “when”. Yeah. It’s a great mystery. But God has always been, and always will be, right on time. Every time.

On the surface, it appears that I have lived my life accidentally, fumbling along, with certain things just happening. Yeah. I’ve made some huge blunders that, in my heart and mind, I am still paying for. Those were my mistakes in poor judgment on my part. I've got nobody to blame but me for those. 

All the good stuff though? Those were appointments in my life. When I saw the open doors, I just walked through them. And, quite often on the heels of my blunders, there would be an open door surrounded by closed doors. I learned along the way … the hard way … to never kick open a closed door. You don’t want to go in there. It’s going to turn out badly.

Wow. What a day it’s been. What a beautiful day it has been. Like I said, “It is utterly amazing what can transpire in forty-eight hours when time ripens as it does.”

How much sand do I have left in my hourglass? It’s a haunting question. It’s a question that haunts me at this age and stage of life. The only honest answer is that nobody knows. Therefore, I feel compelled to make the best of what sand I do have left. When that sand is gone, I’m gone. Aha! How is that for a reality check? But such is life. It’s been happening like this since the Fall in the Garden. One by one, our sand runs out. Then what? Then where?

I’ve always felt like an odd duck swimming around on a pond filled with quack-alike ducks of a different color quacking a different quack. I’m not attacking quack-alike ducks. The world is full of quack-alike ducks. That’s the way of the world. It always has been. It always will be until this world is no longer the world as we now know it. We either go along with it or embrace living as an odd duck on a pond full of quack-alike ducks.

Me? Pardon me but I prefer to swim my own swim. Thank you.

I have got to deep clean my refrigerator. I can’t find what it is. But it is. And it reminds me every time I open the refrigerator door.