There is confusion in the world. Some would say tumult. Any number of concerns can suck our attention in, like a sponge to a spill.
The other day I was visiting a man in his nineties, and he noticed that some memories have faded. He could not recall how he got to school each day.
"I wonder how I did it. I didn't
drive yet. I don't think the bus line went that far." He shook his head, unable to recall the solution. Yet, it mattered not a whit anymore. He did find transportation each day, and he graduated. Of that he was sure.
He often remarks on the things that he cannot remember. Yet they seem to fall in the category of extraneous. Details that likely weighed on him at the time, resolved in one way or another. Perhaps it is God's way of clearing space for more
substantial thoughts. Ones that will continue to matter seventy years later.
It suggested to me that the unsolvable conflicts that rattle their way into my head when I would rather be sleeping, may also find their expiration dates sooner rather than later. They carry less urgency when I remember that God is in charge. Which is one thing I am sure of.
"Those who
trust in the Divine are altogether different. Though concerned about the morrow, yet are they unconcerned, in that they are not anxious, let alone worried, when they give thought to the morrow. They remain even-tempered whether or not they realize desires, and they do not grieve over loss; they are content with their lot. If they become wealthy they do not become infatuated with wealth; if they are promoted to important positions they do not consider themselves worthier than others. If they
become poor they are not made miserable either; if lowly in status they do not feel downcast. They know that for those who trust in the Divine all things are moving towards an everlasting state of happiness, and that no matter what happens at any time to them, it contributes to that state." Secrets of Heaven 8478
