We sat down to eat fish tacos on top of the mattress box in the middle of our living room. We are still getting settled in, but the makeshift table worked great. Before we could take a bite, a fire truck zoomed up in front of our neighbor’s house.
There wasn’t a fire, so we assumed it was paramedic services. We stood by the window, red flashing lights pouring into the living room, and wondered what sort of tragedy might be occurring on the other side of the road. We never found out.
As I drove to work the next morning, I couldn’t help but be reminded of the unpredictable nature of life, how it unfolds without clean lines or partiality, how any given day could be fish tacos or a heart attack. Two tracks run parallel to one another, one with the good, one with the bad, each traveling the journey that is life.
John Mark Comer writes in his book The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry,
“There is an emotional and even spiritual weight to life; we all feel it, especially as we age. An easy life is a myth, if not a red herring—the by-product of an advertising-drenched and social media-duped culture. Life is hard. Full stop.”
Suffering is an inevitability but so is joy and peace and depth and beauty. Parallel tracks, same journey. I know that sounds a little pessimistic, but I think it’s just realistic, and there’s a healthy perspective, an acceptance, a gratitude for the good, that comes from acknowledging this.
This week it was fish tacos and conversations about our hopes for this home. Who knows what next week holds. Regardless, I’m happy to be here and willing to embrace whatever might be next.