I'm glad you enjoy the fruits of my thinking. But I'm thinking that the manufacturers of Advil are a whole lot more pleased...
I'll keep posting when this stuff surfaces. I'm finding it really hard to remember all the details of a convo that lasted an hour and 15 minutes. Granted, some of it was in silence, but it was pretty deep.
I think your paragraph about consequences being God's will is a really great one. I never thought about it from that perspective before, but I do now. Thanks for another paradigm shift. I also think I might have to apply that logic to my next round of discussions on this topic with D10.
Here's a fun one. Toward the end of that convo, he mentioned that he would be taking the motorcycle back to the apt with him because he wanted to take it out for a spin and think. He asked me if I had been out on the Harley with D (my boss) at all this year. I said sadly, "No, I didn't even get out last year."
I could feel his grin when he said, "Have you tried the chaps on yet?" I smiled back and said, "Yep, and they fit beautifully."
He responded, "Well, I would guess so. You're now about down to your fighting weight, and if I took you out in them, I know there would be some fighting."
Next bike ride, I'm inviting myself. I'll be standing out in the driveway in my black leather, thumbing a ride. That ought to get his attention...
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."