Metaphysics

A recent phenomenon has taken my attention. I've been caught up in a whirlwind of changes this past month, preparing to leave Penang for the US. With all the hustle and bustle, I've hardly had time to get really emotional about leaving and all that, which I surmised should be a normal ingredient of every person's leaving experience. I have had some moments of quiet in which the fact of me leaving Penang knowing that it would not be the same anymore when I next return did have some opportunities to knock on the door of my busy Cranial Executive Office. However, every time this Fact enters the Office and attempts to toss emotional dust all over the chairs and tables and busy workers, a large personal force (can't remember if it's male or female) gently disposes of it (the dust). Or, put it this way: as in the drawing, every time I feel like I'm sinking into a pit of sadness, despondency, etc, I always feel a force grasping my heel, stopping me from plunging headfirst into that spike-filled pit. I named that personal force Hope (and I have a strong suspicion it's the Holy Spirit in disguise ;p). There are times when I'm allowed to sink just a little into the pit, and at such times I feel my emotions beginning to stretch their groping hands toward the controls in my Cockpit, but always Hope is there, the voice of reason, the voice of things hoped for, balancing out my sadness and fear. Hope keeps gently but firmly whispering in my ear during such moments, reminding me of the unspeakably amazing plans of our Father, of what might and can be, reminding me of the promises of the Father to be with me, guide me, uphold me. I'm thankful for this phenomenon, for it helps me keep my head and keeps me from being crippled by my emotions. Don't get me wrong, I do experience emotions! :p It's just controlled. And I guess that's the way it should be. Comments, anyone?