Layering

I love the delicate design on this little cup--a birthday gift from my friend.
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.

And there are books to finish and good things to record in a worn journal-and new books waiting,
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.