I love irony. Some of the things that make me laugh the longest are little samples of it I'm treated to in daily life: movies, politics, road signs, standing in line at the DMV, random thoughts in the shower.
In my diligence to find it, I feel like the Lord has developed my awareness of and appreciation for what is going on around me that goes deeper than what I just "see." Yet ... I am still so very blind. This, too, is irony. "Sad" irony.
Time and again, God has shown me just how laughingly insignificant all my efforts are. It's one joke that I so get, yet I don't find so amusing. As I wrestle with the same old need to control my life and to grasp with both hands the things that I don't want Him to take away, I come away from it with my life spinning out of control, holding nothing but air — and somehow, ironically, asking "Why?"
It's a "control" issue, but one as paradoxical and ironic as most of the deep truths in Scripture. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, I always have the "power" to get home, to see Him take me to where I need to be, with just a few clicks of my red metal-flake pumps (symbolically, of course). It is the one thing in my life over which I have complete autonomy at any time I decide to exercise it, and He, in His infinite patience will not violate it. He would just gently remind me that my power is exhibited in just one way. The Wicked Witch of the West had it right ...
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