Come on. You know it.
That's right. BIRTH. SCHOOL. WORK. DEATH. And in between, what? Surely there must be time to run a few plays. Spin the wheel. So off we go, down the Garden Path.
We run plays all the time in our day-to-day existence, between the ominous milestones set forth by the Godfathers. It's what gets us by. It helps us to think we have control over the Outcome, at least in the short term. But not all plays can be run with confidence. And if all the outcomes were certain, what fun would that be? Sometimes, you have to take a leap of faith. Run the play.
Adjustments are made. Coincidence? Perhaps. Or was that God winking at you? I was struck by this quote from An American Tragedy, which I'm sure can be traced to other literature somewhere:
"Rest in the strength of Him that holds the world in the hollow of His hand".
