I am having this image in my mind, of one of those pages from an encyclopedia on the human body.  The kind where the pages are clear, each with a drawing of a different system of the body.  And you lay them down, one by one, over eachother, seeing all the layers come together, until you can see the whole, big, messy, but realistic, picture of the whole human body. 

I wonder tonight....what does the whole picture of our purpose in life look like? 

I hit the "random blog" button, just to try it out.  And ended up here.  "Tryoneverthing" (is that "Try One Very  Thing"?  Or "Try On Everything"?) writes very beautifully on the topic of self-fulfillment *not* being what life is all about.

I also visited the site of a dear friend tonight, here.  He talks about the pursuit of *current* happiness as being scriptural, valuable, and generally a good thing. 

And I believe them both.  I think the true whole picture must lie somewhere in the realm of "If you quit trying to be happy, you will be happy.  If you quit trying to be fulfilled, you will find fulfillment."  Easy to say.  Very counterintutive to live out.

But that's enough philosophic ramblings for one night.  I can see that it would not be a good thing for me to end up a single mom again.  I recall that going to sleep wasn't something that I did a very good job of during those single days.  And now, with David out of town for just 5 days, I'm back into those avoid the bedroom habits.  But back then, I only had one very easy-going toddler and a full-time job to demand my energy in the morning.  Now....well, now is another story.  So to sleep, perchance to dream...but I hope not.