One of the tenets of Buddhism is that the lower one keeps their expectations, the less they’ll be disappointed. An honest person of varied experience will admit it’s a hard perspective to refute effectively.
However safe it may seem, it flies in the face of Jesus’ invitation to live abundantly. Therein lies the big question… shall we pursue safety from disappointment and potential failure, or shall we reach for the stars in spite of knowing that many miss and the landing can get rough?
Just in case you don’t know already, I take my cues from Jesus, not Buddha. Safety is not my priority, neither is wealth nor comfort. Those decisions were made long ago, and no matter how interesting the lesser challenges get, I’ll not be changing my mind. Here’s how Job put it: “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” So will I.
Recently, I’ve been waiting for news from a ministry in Texas. The news arrived today — my application was not chosen for an interview. With that settled, I can now confidently move forward on getting an apartment in Northwest Indianapolis.
It looks like the focus of 2020 will be getting the school note paid off. In the meantime, I should be able to save up for the next vehicle and play hostess to Deaf friends in the area. With 3 hours of daily road time recovered and access to my tools, I can make progress on sewing and writing. I can defragment and rebalance. These are plans I can look forward to.
Unless and until I learn otherwise, I guess that’s that.