Yes really - never let it be said I never get round to the Big Subjects...
I have a friend, let's call her Sparkle. Sparkle has also been through a couple of Hard Times, three kids, and a husband confined to a wheelchair for the past couple of years. Sparkle tells me she has found much solace in prayer. She can see it was absolutely predestined that I should move back from Glasgow to be with W at this time. It can't be just coincidence that W, Cherub and I should be reunited.
I have refrained from pointing out that in order for this happy reunion to take place, W should die, the Cherub lose his father, and I break up with the Dybbuk.
AND in order for W to die at home, it seems that both Nurse Linda and I need to be made redundant first.
Not wanting to rain on God's big plan or anything, but any fule can see a winning lottery ticket would have been easier all round...
5 September 2009 at 19:40
I'm obviously not the only one who wonders if God's perhaps a few buttons short of a full cardigan. (-:
6 September 2009 at 11:31
And I've heard that you are joining a nunnery with a vow of silence
6 September 2009 at 11:40
Mr Musgrove - agreed. But I'm going to have to go easy on the old deity, what with Hitchens, Dawkins and all on his case.
Mr Clyde - SAH! powered along on pictures of nurses and nuns you are going into a Bad Place. You Have Been Warned.
6 September 2009 at 14:02
These are but little rumples in the carpet of your life. A predestination is a predestination. But I would wonder if her efforts are best left to sorting out lottery tickets and famine in Africa.