Spurting

Once again today I am beginning to tap the keys on my keyboard without a clear notion of what I will write. It seems the inspiration to funnel my thoughts onto my electronic tablet and place them gingerly on the pages of the world-wide-web comes in spurts and currently I am not spurting.

I wonder why it is that life seems to do the same thing—bad things come all at once, I feel connected to God and then I don’t and then I do…, I bowl the three best games of my life all in the same night—things just don’t stay average for a long period of time. And we are hesitant to embrace these spurts (other than the bowling one, that’s tight). Instead we just think we will ride things out until they come back to equilibrium. But when we do that we miss a lot of life because we aren’t living in the moment, we’re anxiously waiting for things to even back out to what we consider normal.

But maybe it’s the spurts that are normal. Maybe the only way to really live life the way we’re intended to live it is to embrace the spurts and live well in them whether they’re good or bad. That reminds me how Paul said he had learned to be content in all circumstances—I think he learned to live in the spurts and not have some ideological view of what normal life was like and then practically pant waiting for it to return. Speaking of which, I got some new pants.