Thoughts from Culhwch

Every now and then the trains run funny schedules and stop doing anything normal. This reaks havoc on simple plans like… getting groceries. “Havoc” may be too strong of a word. It’s more that I don’t like waiting twenty minutes to take an alternate train so I can get back two stations later to the line I intended to take. It’s hard not to complain, and then let complaining turn into its favorite ally, grumbling. So, I’ll try to hold back for now. Apparently they are doing some needed maintenance or some upgrades or something. I gues I can only hope that maybe they’ll start running the newer cars down the R-Line. If so, I might be tempted to just ride the R all the way to Times Square, instead of chaning to the Express one stop away.

Brooklyn is pretty cool. And for once, I think I’m starting to feel more comfortable walking home at night. It’s been slow, and I guess I never really forced myself to walk about at night for the past couple of years. But I’m starting to feel like its almost routine. Healing can take a long time, expecially when I never really noticed that I still needed it. It’s kind of like physical therapy. Maybe that’s why I ended up here, in Bay Ridge. It’s like a safe space where I can finally work on those those sore atrophied muscles. And yet, at the same time, its almost nothing like that all, since some part of what sets me free at night has to do with faith, has to do with discovering what it means to be truly reliant on God. I guess that’s what I’m starting to learn. I’m starting to learn that the kind of peace that comes when we trust fully that God will take care of us, through the rough passages and through the easy ones, is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced. It’s one of the most powerful, one of most empowering experiences of God’s glory that I think we have access to.

I’m not sure what any of this has to do with Brooklyn subway lines not doing what I want every time I get on. Two things that are on my mind I guess.