February 2nd

February 2nd
More pieces raided from other games: and I’m thinking, this is a kind of metaphor, isn’t it? Each new scenario I face in life, it’s a bit like a game board and I’m trying to find out the rules, trying to work out how to play it (and win – or at least, not lose), but actually, I can bring in bits from other games, pieces from other scenarios. Resources.

I caught myself thinking, What if I don’t finish this? and thought, Where did that come from! Because one of the parameters for this experiment is that I don’t have to finish anything.
So I looked underneath the thought, lifted it up cautiously like a bedcover when you’re not quite sure what you might find under the bed, and found “I will have failed.” Which is nonsense in this context, and I know that.

Because this isn’t about the end product. This is about the journey. The journey with Jesus, into something more, something closer. It’s about journey, not product.
I don’t have to Have Something To Show For it. It’s just about the journey. Which I guess takes me back to where I ended yesterday: choosing to follow.

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