BORING IS GOOD
Those are words of wisdom from a friend who was raised by alchoholics. "Raised" used loosely. Lets say they lived in the same house until the divorce. The little boys went with the dad, my friend went with her mom. Then her mom died. This was all during the first 13 years.
My friend loves security, peace, and routine.
She doesn't love boredom. She's one of the most intelligent, hilarious and not boring people I've ever met. We've spent many afternoons laughing until our sides hurt, making more jokes until there were tears to wipe from our eyes. But for her, "boring" is in the good zone.
I try to remember that on days like this--typical January--gray, noncomittal snow, damp cold. I remember that the worst thing that's happened so far is only that I ran out of laundry detergent and had to make a run to the store. At the store I saw apple juice was only $1, so I bought a bottle. When I got home and opened the car door it rolled right out, hit the ground, and did not explode. The bottle didn't even leak. See? Boring.
Boring is good.
I have a piece of artwork called "Angels of Mercy." It says "Most people don't know that there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life." I wouldn't use it as theology, but I'd also say there are angels of boredom whose only job is to run some interference to make sure you get a dose of boredom every now and then so you don't get too frazzled and forget to be thankful when the apple juice doesn't explode.
Hey, have a good week. Don't wrack your brain too much on this angel business, but be glad they're around. Whether they're mercy bearing or boring, God is good.
Those are words of wisdom from a friend who was raised by alchoholics. "Raised" used loosely. Lets say they lived in the same house until the divorce. The little boys went with the dad, my friend went with her mom. Then her mom died. This was all during the first 13 years.
My friend loves security, peace, and routine.
She doesn't love boredom. She's one of the most intelligent, hilarious and not boring people I've ever met. We've spent many afternoons laughing until our sides hurt, making more jokes until there were tears to wipe from our eyes. But for her, "boring" is in the good zone.
I try to remember that on days like this--typical January--gray, noncomittal snow, damp cold. I remember that the worst thing that's happened so far is only that I ran out of laundry detergent and had to make a run to the store. At the store I saw apple juice was only $1, so I bought a bottle. When I got home and opened the car door it rolled right out, hit the ground, and did not explode. The bottle didn't even leak. See? Boring.
Boring is good.
I have a piece of artwork called "Angels of Mercy." It says "Most people don't know that there are angels whose only job is to make sure you don't get too comfortable & fall asleep & miss your life." I wouldn't use it as theology, but I'd also say there are angels of boredom whose only job is to run some interference to make sure you get a dose of boredom every now and then so you don't get too frazzled and forget to be thankful when the apple juice doesn't explode.
Hey, have a good week. Don't wrack your brain too much on this angel business, but be glad they're around. Whether they're mercy bearing or boring, God is good.
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