God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.
I’m working on formatting my 2017 blog book and it’s taking significantly longer than the 2008 through 2016 books. It is, by far, the largest book yet with 355 daily entries. I learned a few things with the earlier books and am taking more time with formatting this one. I hope to wrap it up by the end of the week.
Yesterday, as I was working through months of posts, I was struck with how quickly time passes. In no time at all, the snow will be gone, the crocuses will pop their heads up, and it will be gardening time again. It happens relatively quickly once January hits.
Scrolling through day after day’s writings, not reading but catching snippets of posts, also gave me pause to consider how important it is to be intentional about how I spend my days. Days make up a year, which make up a lifetime, and I will one day give an account for what I’ve done (or not done).
Something big happened to me last year. I didn’t shout it loud and you may not even be aware of it—but something shifted for me one spring morning when the voice of the Divine spoke loud and clear, deeply personal, and life-altering truth to me. Even as I write these words I am thinking that if this thing isn’t apparent, if I’m not reflecting out the Love that burns white-hot within me in a way it has never before, that’s a problem; one I’ll be accountable for.
Not sure yet what that will look like here. Some measure of change, probably. I don’t know. We’ll figure it out as we go.