I was playing a game and I forgot what I was doing. I was making moves based on the hand that I previously had. I was moving along and realized that my mind must have froze up and I was left with a mess of a hand. What was I doing?
I’ve done the same thing while driving: concentrating on a conversation or an audio book that I was listening to and all of a sudden I was on the wrong road.
I often have a million things on my mind and more stress than any human should carry. Plus I’m getting older. hmm. But really, what am I doing? Can you relate?
One minute I am discussing cow breeding with a friend (who has always lived in the city and knows zero about farm life) and the next second we are discussing the validity of the Bible. What game am I playing? Cow breeding or the validity of the scriptures?
I am telling a Mennonite friend about Pink Mennonites. She is Mennonite and has never heard of them. I’m no longer a Mennonite and I hear about them every day. What is going on? Did I change hands?
Life is certainly interesting. The race is hard. I grow weary but I need to finish. As another friend mentioned “God knew me before I was born.” That should be enough to inspire me to keep going no matter what game is playing.