Priorities

I saw a comic in the "New Yorker" today. The picture showed a young man on the couch spread out with debris all around him. His clearly frustrated father was looking at him and saying, "you really have to get your priorities in order." I did not quite get the comic and thought about getting my own priorities in order. My daughter had called last night and t0ld me that her car was demolished after veering off the road and flipping over. I had today to think about how little I pay attention to her life until a major issue arises. I think that I need to quit doing things that push us apart, and instead, focus on the things that can bring us closer. She was okay after the crash but only to the degree that you can be okay from walking away from a serious crash unharmed. There are the images that continue to haunt you in dreams and the body aches that tell you something major has occurred and the body is not quite right. Trauma.

Fifteen years ago I was the victim of a random act of violence. I suffered for years after the event and still do in some respects. I never really got over it. Certain things influence my moods. Just hearing about my daughter's accident made me so grateful that she came out of it relatively unscathed. But there are still the things that you don't walk away from. The thought that it may happen again. Life is unpredictable. My event left me feeling that God had somehow left me down, Where was He? And would He allow this to happen again? Questions that have no answer. Life is unpredictable. My little drawing reminds me that I must plot a new course and focus on moving on as best as one can.