My wife and I lend our voices to the contemporary music group at our church. We are currently attempting to master a song that is particularly challenging and very beautiful.
On a daily basis, fiduciaries work with clients and their families struggling with loss, dysfunction and death. Very early this morning the words and melody of our new song brought me fully awake and compelled me to write down these thoughts.
"Miracles just happen," announced not by heavenly trumpets but are small events realized in the moment as inspiration and answers to the questions you haven't yet articulated. Consider the times in your life when many things come together for absolutely no reason.
As I drive from appointment to appointment my "silent prayers get answers" readying me for the next challenge. I met just yesterday with the discharge planning nurses and a placement specialist at a local hospital. We quickly developed an appropriate solution to a challenging medical diagnosis and economic reality.
My faith is a choice, it's the comfortable old sweater that warms me when the chill of frustration and despair descends. It reminds me that judgment is not mine and is "the hope that doesn't ever end."
I don't often talk of faith and frequently fail to fully live it. Yesterday and today the words of a song brought me back to it.
Don the Trustee
When my mother passed very suddenly some 16 years ago, I worked as a trustee for the first time. Her trust contained walnut orchards, peach orchards and a small vineyard. One of the properties was within the sphere of influence of the adjacent city and I dove in with the neighbors and started working on annexation. Loved this work back then and still find it very satisfying today.