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Awake, why sleepest thou, O Lord? arise, cast us not off for ever.
Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.
Arise for our help, and redeem us for thy mercies’ sake.
– Psalms 44:23-26
The passing away of my ex-partner’s wife left me with a troubled heart. The sight of a strong man being brought down to tears; the weeping kids (2 and 3-year-old); the old folks who lost their beloved daughter.
Hearing the deceased’s diary being read offered a glimpse into her last days. I am amazed by the faith that persisted, despite knowing the end that is coming.
I would have vented all my anger, frustrations, hopelessness and disappointments towards God.
Not now. It is not fair.
But she didn’t. All that matter weren’t the death that she was facing, but about using the remaining time left on earth to minister to others around her. And to strengthen their faith such that they won’t be shaken when she’s gone. “God is faithful.”
That is her. It is not about the dead, but about the living.
I have never been comfortable at funerals. I have never been good at handling situations as such. I do not know the words of comfort – the necessary words to console and to encourage. Tongue-tied. Speechless. Couldn’t do much but a hug.
As a kid who became an orphan at five, I have no memories of my parents. I am, however, sure the kids would grow up well. I am sure the dad would be able to tell the kids about the faith that their mum held on so dearly.
Today I’m being led to re-examine the issue of dealing with disappointment with God and not letting go of faith.
In memory of Connie.
“So I taught my self typography, by tracing over type until I could do it in any one of five point sizes; I got hold of every D&AD and One Show annual I could lay hands on to see how ads aresupposed to look; I stole illustration annuals and photographer’s books… I became a dedicated plagiarist.
And so it began. After a while, I developed my own style of writing and my own style of art direction. All that was necessary by this time was to ensure that it mimicked no one else’s. The unarguable fact that most of my work is a tad samey never bothered me. My stuff still stood out from the stuff that thousands of other blokes were doing, and that’s what matters.
The point of this ramble is to try to convince you that what you do doesn’t matter at all, as long as you enjoy it, and as long as other people think you’re good at it.”
Quoting Neil French, from the book Pick Me:Breaking into advertising and staying there.
I didn’t have an idea what the end was going to be like when I started. I only had one song when I started, and I wrote the next song the night that I finished the first, and so on and so forth, all the way through the record. – Neil Young, on making Greendale
I thought today is a good day for a start.
No particular reason.