In those times, I start to read. My quiet time is first in the morning and nothing can calm like scripture. Many times the case is that my thoughts aren't immediately quieted, but given some perspective. Often times it takes a while of walking in the day before something finally strikes home. Today was a little like that.
Sexless in the city was writing about...well a bunch of things, really. But in her post Taking the road that's given I found some words remarkably relevant words...
For years these women were the ones I envied, but I’m finally seeing that just because their path is different from mine, it’s not necessarily smoother or better. It’s just different.Of course, I had to invert the gender, but it sure smacked me senseless how important that little distinct can be. I'm no stranger to politic, so the phrase "It's just different." is one I've heard and used myself a thousand times. In this case, I needed only to hear it thrust back on my own thoughts to have the scales drop from my eyes and realize this little attitudinal adjustment was perfectly precise in only the way God can be.
My mental gymnastics had little to do with point this exquisitely eloquent writer was undertaking. But in His way, it was just what I needed. I guess sometimes the words of a strangely sexy and sometimes saucy scribe are supremely suitable for screwing my head back on straight.