I am in Holland, now. I am not quite sure what I am doing here, really. I do not want to be an Israelite on the road complaining about what I once had in Egypt, but this is quite stale, at the moment. I do not know the language, I do not know people, I do not have a job, I do not have many clothes; and yet, God’s peace is on me, and ready through me.
Oh, to bring peace, and yet to come under stress. (The unimaginative nature of the evil one, is to be expected.) But to have the joy of God, ready to run through me, that’s the thing. Amen.
I suppose the anxiety is in how. How can this happen? How can this be better? And then the laughter in the awareness of God.
Note: Laughter, in contrast to anxiety.
Sometimes, things are that black and white.
Thanks, be to God.