I had myself a fit last night. Not just a puny pity party of woe is me. But a dad-gum throwing guitars, cell phone,knocking over chairs and speakers, swinging from the light fixtures, screaming, pulling my hair out regulation fit. I even spilled a bottle of wine on the counter...what a mess. Thank goodness nobody was at home. Now I don't have these often. It seems about once every five to six years. And it's mostly about a yearning for perfection in something I don't even do. Odd thing is the closer this thing gets to perfection the worse it gets. The further from perfection it strikes me as unbearable. But when it's right it's oh so good and the world could not do with out it. No,no I'm not talking about sex. However ? No forget it. Silly thing about having a depressive fit is you can't just have it about one thing and leave it alone. No, you got to drag up all kinda what ifs to go along with what ever started you out. And one stream of thought leads to fifteen more “dang I wish I had a done it this way or said it that way” I finished up with my fit and crawled to bed with the house destroyed. Maybe around 10 or 10:30. Heres the kicker. God is in on everything. I believe he is in on a good fit as well as the look in a new born babies eyes. 11:30 I'm up. Already with the worst hangover I can recall. Two o'clock I'm just finishing up putting everything back in place. A miracle nothing was broken, just the dark stain on the counter that looks like maybe I chopped somebody's arm off. From two until about five o'clock I set in papa's chair and listened. God works in our lives in the most unusual ways. While we are having fits and cleaning up he is doing significant things in the lives of others that affect us. He works in his ways not ours. He brings peace in the midst of some of the worse fits, hangovers and clean up projects. I'm gona wait at least six years before I have another one of these duesies, I'm thinking.