With some regret for a lack of deference to calendar publishers, academicians, and accountants everywhere, I am inclined to measure this last year from summer to summer.
An undertaking like "what I learned this year" would string on into more posts and thoughts and ideas than anyone would care to read. But over the last several weeks I have noticed that much of what I've learned is the fruit of a battle between fear and trust -- so many things I am fearful about (fear most often expressed as worry) and so many areas where my heavenly Father has clearly issued an invitation for me to rest and to obey as an expression of my trust in Him.
I am so grateful to have been shown this lesson (even if so far I only know a little bit), because in life there will never be an absence of fearful things. Yet in each of those fearful things the Lord is all-wise and strong to save.
Anyhow, I think that what I am meaning to say is escaping my powers of expression.
3 comments:
Is there really anything wrong with measuring your life from birthday to birthday?
Many happy belated returns!
(Does the resting and trusting-in-our-Father begin at the exact hour of the transition to year 25, or do I still have another week to work at it?)
Hmmm. I haven't learned it yet -- just that it's out there to be learned. It looks like a life-long project.
Oh. Nuts.
I was really hoping for a minute there.
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