One morning this week it was pitch black, raining and miserable. As we rowed out the channel our coach reminded us that we can't always expect good weather and to, well, get used to it. Yuck! We were drowned rats when we got back. Soaked to the bone.
There's something about "practicing in bad conditions" which gives us the stamina to practice in the good times AND in the bad. Not that any of us want to be out in the rain, but the alternative - the dreaded erg -is often just as unappealing.
We don't need to wish bad weather - whatever that means - on ourselves or on each other, but once we know we can navigate it,isn't it so much easier the next time. Or, if not easier, more maneagable. Or if not maneagable, at least familiar.
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You said, "...once we know we can navigate it,isn't it so much easier the next time. Or, if not easier, more maneagable. Or if not maneagable, at least familiar."
Yes, I like at least familiar because in such situations, we will still always feel like drowned rats. It seems the painful learning is that sometimes we suffer. I think a Buddist would say that real peace comes with the acceptance or familiarity of or with this painful learning - perhaps as Christians, we should think so too.
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