The disclaimer is first, Gentle Reader. A ramble is gearing up. So many clichés, so little time.
It has been a couple of days since I visited with you and those days have not been vacation days of ease. Rather, there are a few too many personal challenges of the moment.
I am not a lemonade woman. When life hands me lemons, I don’t seek out, don’t want the sugar. I might sound like Pollyanna, but that is a cover. Just deal. Deal with the lemons.
Stuff happens–that pony poop sort of stuff. There are times when it feels too deep, too overwhelming. Giving up is not an option. Those times that I did give up were unrepairable mistakes.
Yesterday I enjoyed some hours with three friends from high school. Bright, articulate, involved and caring people. We spoke about the amazing group with whom we shared our four years at Bishop Ward High School in Kansas City, Kansas. Some of our 1956 classmates are still working, many to most volunteer in various ways. We learned that depth of commitment in our homes, our church, and in our schools.
I remember learning a prayer with a repeated tag line, “I am responsible”. What I failed to learn is discretion and discernment. I failed to learn the sorting process.
During yesterday’s conversation of ‘cabbages and kings’, we touched on church, family, education and societal issues. Three of us are educators and one of us had over 30 years experience in a law office. Three of us are parents and grandparents and one of us is an ordained priest teaching in a major university.
I listened. I learned. I appreciated the wisdom of my friends, but I came away with no better understanding of “I am responsible”. My church is struggling. The list of societal issues is long and compelling. My time, talent and treasure are not able to keep up with “I am responsible”.
I need help with discernment and balance.