So-the other day I glanced at the wrinkles and sags reflected in the mirror and thought, Ahh, change!
Then again, my life is layered with texture-and I like the layers.
I finish a baby sweater so that I can start knitting a tiny hat. . .
and I finish the last stitches on one little quilt so that I can begin to piece a new one.
I reread the mountain of holiday correspondence on my desk so that I can respond, one by one.
I'm re-learning to throw and catch a football and I'm learning to maneuver my ipad.
books layered on the coffee table:
This Momentary Marriage ( Piper)
Life Together (Bonhoeffer)
In the Land of Blue Burkas . . .I peek into the pages, a new journal on hand-
There are pencil checks, layered beside the Psalms in my old Bible-I turn to the beginning. . .
And there are dear relationships. . . new ones and enduring ones layer to the front of my days.
And it's good. . .because-
I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a god work in me will perfect it
until the day of Christ Jesus.