Well, the title pretty much says it all.
Oh don't worry. There's no way I'm going to delve into all those topics. At this time of night I don't have the energy, motivation, or desire to.
But all those things are the reason behind this post.
See, in trying to post another, entirely different posting, somehow the app on my phone decided not to cooperate and unceremoniously deleted the writing into which I had invested so much of my time and effort. In fact, it did it twice. After the second time I got the point and decided to move on.
Only after a couple choice words for technology though.
It sure is frustrating. That's just the way things go sometimes. Sure, right now I may sound calm, but my wife will tell you that a few minutes ago I sounded like my house had just been torn apart by a tornado.
And that's what got me thinking about context.
"It's just a blog post."
I'm not the kind of guy to do things for no reason. So I hate to waste time and effort. Lost writings can be especially frustrating.
Yet, I think I'm proving that even a sad situation like this isn't all wasted if used properly.
And that's what I intend to do: use it properly.
See, while it might be "just a blog post" to some people, to me that missing blog post represents lost energy, lost creativity, and in a sense, a lost part of myself.
But context means a lot. Ironically, one year ago on August 6th, my wife (fiancé at the time) lost her father. I was pretty frustrated by the lost post just a few minutes ago, but when I came to my senses and remembered the importance of this date, everything became so clear. Context means a lot.
Living and Learning
Life is one big, long lesson. God is constantly giving us opportunities to learn, to grow as a person, and to grow closer to Him. So many times I fail at seeing those lessons that it's amazing that God hasn't lost patience with me. But He hasn't. That's not what He does. And with the importance of this date looming large in my mind right now I realize just how many more lessons I need to learn before I can see my father-in-law again.
In that effort I try to pray everyday the prayer of St. Ignatius:
Take, O Lord, my entire memory, my understanding and my whole will. All that I am and I have come to me from your bounty. I give it all back to thee and surrender it all to the guidance of your holy will. Give me they love and thy grace. With these I am rich enough and desire nothing more.
Talk about context.
Alright, I think I've calmed down enough to go to bed. I will get around to rewriting that lost blog post soon... I promise.