An occasional series based on stuff that hangs in my room… or my heart.
Wishes are funny things.
When I was young, there were so many things I wished for: to be thinner or shorter. To have Michael Strum (first grade, I 
believe) fall in love with me and get married. Most of my wishes didn’t come to fruition in the way I had wanted, and so I became more pragmatic about what was and wasn’t going to happen. I stopped baying at the moon.
Then in my late forties, two important things happened. Through a series of unlikely events, I fell in love with the man who was absolutely right for me in nearly every way. He accepted me as I was, called me on some immature behavior, and helped me through some very difficult situations. I haven’t seen him for some time now… the ways in which we weren’t right for each other became more important as time went on… but I still think of him with fondness and gratitude more often than he probably would believe.
The second important thing was that, again through a series of unlikely events, I fell in love with God. It turned out that like my friend, he accepted me as I was, called me on some immature behavior, and helped me through some very difficult situations. I see him every day, in reading scripture or other materials and in his people.
My wishes today are prayers, and rather than for being thinner or shorter or reconnecting with Michael Strum, they’re for the faith to accept, the grace to surrender my will to the Lord’s. I trust that eventually, they’ll be granted, whether I realize it or not.
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