Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Coincidence: Synonyms - Accident, Luck, Fate

Vaguely, I hear the news while writing my blog yesterday. A few words penetrate my concentration. "Next, the smell of marijuana."

For a few moments I sat wondering if the problem with our neighbors has a solution. The police couldnt' help us. Maybe the newscaster can. In fact, I'm wondering if once more my concerns have been heard by a higher power who solves my problems.

My son marvels when I am financially strapped and a random check arrives in the mail. It has happened to me time and time again. A story is published. I get a check. The bank finds a refund. And....this isn't just with money. Time and time again solutions, answers to prayers, whatever you want to call it, it happens. I've almost gotten to the point that I wait with anticipation. What will the answer be? When will it arrive?

Life is full of surprises. The disappointments and the pain often to override the awareness of the pluses instead of the minuses. I know I'm not the only one blessed with this phenomena. Maybe I've learned to accept the ins and outs of life a bit easier as I've aged. Maybe I've learned that faith is a cloak I wear, not a banner I wave.

The song "High Hopes" often rings in my head.

Once there was a little old ant
Thought he'd move a rubber tree plant
Everyone knows an ant can't
Move a rubber tree plant

But he has high hopes
He has high hopes
High apple pie in the sky hopes

So any time you're feeling sad
Stead of getting mad
Just remember that ant

Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant.

High hopes. Faith. Acceptance that with life's constant changes, there is always hope. Coincidence? Not for me. I prefer to walk in the warmth of a hand that guides me knowing it is always there.

I didn't get a solution to the smell of marijuana wafting to our home from the house next door. I found out that if I walk in the forests of Oregon and see the marijuana plants or smell the odor of the burning plant, I'm to immediate leave the area and call the police. Hm. I wonder if our backyard would qualify as a forest.

I have high hopes.

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