Maybe I can cut myself some slack, allow myself a certain amount of tension, trouble, and plain stupidity without always shouldering the blame. This is not who I am, this malfunctioning misfit, this bumbling bucket of bolts. No, the fog I live in is just the chaos I’m pushing through, scrambling to create order as I go. Like Paul I am “hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;… struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Corinthians 4:8-9).
I love this guy. I so need to be able to see past my own fog - not take it as me - but as external to me!
