So how about that fear and doubt that suddenly disturbs when the emotions experienced are not the emotions expected? There goes the litmus test I had lined up- there goes my hard earned systematic wisdom. Amidst that fear and doubt, is there still a poetry of confidence?
Wait, I already know. We are most beautiful and honest (and what else does poetry require?) when we let go of the confusion and control and fall helpless into the hands of Him who made the sun. Designed to spend a lifetime learning and growing, we are not designed to simply know right now.
So how about that fear and doubt that cripple when we built a fortress on the fragile stilts of our own power, our own plans, our power to control? f