December 31st--as I sit on the brink of a new year and ponder what has been and what's to be, I have determined that my life does not fit squarely into the confines of an earthly calendar.
In some ways I long for a clean slate, a fresh start, a new vision.
But in other ways, the new year feels like a bit of an interruption. I am undone. Incomplete. In process. Like a fresh batch of bread dough that has already endured being punched down and is eagerly anticipating rising again, I don't want to start all over.
I want to move forward from right where I am, and I am willing to take a chalky slate, a messy middle, and an evolving vision with me.
2009 has been a year of Transition, Turmoil, and Trust--and if you think I write those words with anything but delight, you don't know me very well. The forecast for 2010 is much of the same. I realize I was beaten up and exhausted by the three Ts from August until October--my "punched-down" period for sure. Those who read my autumnal blog posts know how I struggled. But I no longer feel attacked by the three Ts, I now embrace them as dear old friends.
I am the same lump of dough, but further along in the process. Resting in the Transition. Rising through the Turmoil. Reveling in the Trust.
French Bread. Yes. That is what the Lord is making out of me.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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Did I ever tell you french bread is my favorite! You amaze me friend. Love ya!
ReplyDeleteJennifer, you should try the Julian calender...or perhaps the Jewish calender. You know the Gregorian calender isn't the only earthly calender. In fact I would be willing to develop a heavenly calender for you if you'd like.
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