It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.
Dickens' phrase sums up my journey through the 30s. The highest highs and the lowest lows of my life occurred in this decade.
Toward the early part of my thirties there were a number of years when my wife and I would have happily divorced to put an end to our self-created misery. My greatest failures as an individual occurred during this time. All the paths I should have taken, but didn't. I would take it all back... but I learned and I grew. Tragedy and pain are hard... but you learn .... you learn.
On the bright side, this decade saw the birth of my two children - on whom the sun rises and sets. They have taught me more about God the Father in their short lives than years of Bible study.
My wife and I also made the decision to move to Utah from Michigan in the mid-thirties. That was something no one ever foresaw... including us. We felt at the time that it was something God was calling us to. Other folks said we were running from our difficulties.
I think both views are correct.
Sometimes when the game is going bad, it is just best to reshuffle the deck and start fresh... and I think that is just what the Master Dealer did.
Considering that my wife and I are presently holding a Royal Flush, I think we made the right call.
The 40's look promising.
Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning;