As I write, I look forward to a time of great joy
– my upcoming marriage. It's not without stress, true, what with
the planning and organising, and wringing RSVPs (or even
acknowledgements) out of people, but it's a good kind of stress.
But I also look to a time of great difficulty, for
reasons I won't go into here. I don't know what the outcome will be,
but things are going to get very, very difficult before we reach
there.
It's times like this that I am reminded of the
need to take advantage of the simple joys. Of fellowship, of
companionship, of conversation, of love. Of the satisfaction of a
task done well, however insignificant it might seem. Perhaps, holding
on to these things, I will get through it. I don't know how else I
might.
Written February 2018