Remember my faith
maybe life not fair, equal
keeps things moving on
Recent events again push to the forefront of mind that life is not fair or equal on so many levels.
Money.
Opportunity.
Brains.
I have no answer.
I am not even sure of the question.
Why?
Why not me?
Why not them?
Why me?
Why not them?
In the book, Cold Sassy Tree, our Hero, Will Tweedy prays with his Grandpa while Grandma is dying.
Grandpa prays, (in a North Georgia dialect) “hep me remember my faith that Yore arrangement for livin’ and dyin’ is good. Hit ain’t fair or equal, Lord, but it keeps thangs movin’ on. Hep me not forgit my faith thet whatever happens, it’s all right.”
Grandpa prays with quiet anguish and reverence, with the entirety of his heart.
“… hep me remember my faith.”
Whatever the question is or turns out to be, I cannot come up with a better answer.
“hep me remember my faith.”
” Hep me not forgit my faith thet whatever happens, it’s all right.”
As a prayer, as a thought, ‘help me remember my Faith’, has become the mantra of my day, throughout my day.
It shore does keep thangs movin’ on.
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