October 2, 2015 2:23 PM
A sound awoke me. Was it a cop? A car thief? A bear? A bull? As is often the case when woken from a sound sleep, I couldn’t remember where I had parked so I didn’t know where I was, and the tinted windows kept me from seeing out.
Practically everything in my life is fleeting and unstable and uncertain. Most days I won’t know where I’ll sleep that night, I won’t know anything about the town I’m in, I won’t know if I’m in a bad neighborhood where I should lock the doors when I go into a store, or if the police will threaten me with vagrancy just for sitting in my van.
I won’t know if I’m camped in a flash flood zone, nor if a raging storm is heading my way over the mountain. I won’t know if a shadow lurking ten feet away is a bear or mountain lion or deer. I am simply in the dark on almost everything around me.
Practically everything about my life is fleeting and unstable and uncertain.
And because I arise from Her (as do you), I sleep like a baby.
I still don’t know what caused the sound that woke me up last night, but it, like most everything else in my life—like most everything in everyone’s life—was fleeting (and unstable and uncertain).
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