Sometimes, People are Icebergs

The last 24 hours have been interesting enough that I felt the need to document them. I literally feel like the Titanic right now in terms of my capacity for compassion.

Someone – or rather, a whole lot of ignorant someones – crashed into me. There is a jagged puncture in my hull and all my compassion is slowly being pressed out. In its place is frigid water, chunks of ice, salt…

I.

Do not.

Care.

Thankfully, unlike the Titanic, I will not find myself at the bottom of a crushing sea, miles below the waves, due to this collision. A few years back I had an expert help me learn to section parts of my life off. This damage is hardly life threatening. But I do need to get to port. When or where that will happen, I’m not sure. I am a poor captain because I fail to plan ahead much. If I had a schedule beforehand it would be quite thrown off by now. Hilariously, I’m not positive that I had even a rough draft or a map.

While this incident was unforeseen, due to fog and honestly, not paying much attention to where in the world I was, I still have to take responsibility. To own my ship, my damage, and to see to it that the repair is done properly.

My anxiety level has been way up. It’s just not starting to stabilize. The Word is a great stabilizer. It forces us to get our eyes off ourselves and on to something bigger than us. While I am disappointed in the profound and utter ignorance of my generation, I was comforted by the words of Isaiah that Matthew records Jesus quoting. I read them mere hours before the accident occurred.

Seeing they do not see and hearing they do not hear, nor do they understand.

I fall into this category too – the category of being an ignorant fool. Running my mouth with little-to-no information.

Lord, forgive me.

And help me make it safely to port.