I was thinking the other day about the paradoxes in life.

That our birth is the beginnings of a pilgrim journey, that is beset with vagaries and has no set or known destination except the final one.
That although we are creatures with intimations of eternity we know time by that which we read by the hands of the clock.
That loving is like a two sided coin - intense love is wedded to intense pain.
That we are given life only with the assurance of our death.
That we desire predictability in life, when the only predictable thing about it is its unpredictability.
That we expect others to know us deeply and intimately. and understand us, when we scarecly scratch the surface of knowing and understanding ourselves.
That we often choose a path of destruction with open eyes and clear sight.
That people we least expect, turn out to be friends for life.
That people we place our trust in, are often the quickest to destroy us.

And...best of all...
We encounter God, and God meets us at the places that we least expect Him to.