A lot has transpired in the last ten days. We had an 5.8 earthquake, and a couple shootings nearby. Then this weekend someone took the liberty to steal my catalytic converter off of my truck to sell on the streets of a few hundred dollars. After that, someone else stole my identity, and bought auto insurance (honestly, I couldn’t make this shit up). Then to top it all of my parents officially sold the house I grew up in, after finalizing their divorce this week.
In spite of it all, I am not recording all of this to facilitate self-pity, nor the pity of others. I’m merely bringing reference to the growing pains of life in an atrophying world. And I am once again reminded that the same God that allows it all to transpire is simultaneously the only one we have to turn to. And I find myself reverently conflicted by this dichotomy.
