My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Understanding Most of All
Though he can seem to demand a lot, God does not expect to receive anything. He understands who we are, because he is united with us. Then maybe "demand" is not the correct word. Maybe instead he asks. But whatever he does, God also understands and that he does most of all.
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expectations,
God,
understanding
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