Precious little control...

Serious illness seems to be the most common way for me - and many who are blessed to live in the industrialized West - to smack up against the fact that I have precious little control over the really important things in life. It is always humbling to learn... and relearn. And it would seem that I will continue to learn and relearn this spiritual truth in different ways for the rest of my life.

Yesterday Dianne's mother faced certain death - on Saturday she was lively and funny - this morning she has come out of a comma and... who knows? We will be at the hospital again soon to visit, pray, laugh and cry and see what is in store next. Yesterday felt like this...

Today is less certain - curiously hopeful - and totally beyond our control - except for prayer and presence. And maybe that is the second part of this relearning process: yes, I am NOT really in control AND my reponse is to be fully awake and prayerfully alive in that awareness. The Cinematic Orchestra puts it like this in my other prayer this morning...