This moment is too rare to disturb. Basking in warm sunshine on the balcony, the air around me now is 37°F (37°C), five degrees warmer, above freezing as it was when I first stepped outside. I could go downstairs now, turn off the trickling water and close the cabinet doors. I choose to stay.
Warm in a shirpa throw, breathing in the new day, I suddenly feel as though time stopped. I do not stop; with surges of emotion my heart keeps beating, my mind races – and then slows. With the beginning of a New Year so close, the past and the present seeming to swirl together around me is revealing, not alarming.
From some recess I think of the apostle Paul. Fettered in prison, fully aware that his life was about to end, he wrote, “…Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I press on to reach the end of the race and receive the heavenly prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us.*”
Notwithstanding New Year’s reflections, except for ascertaining exactly where we are, and determining where to go next, stop looking back, looking forward is best. Sure, events of the last few years affected my family and me profoundly. We took some hard hits. And we rolled to our feet. We press on.
Today my stories remain obscure. Though it is doing better than I expected, my blog is still somewhat nondescript. Yet, from the distance, friends and loved ones steadily cheer me onward, to continue writing, posting and keep going forward.
I was born to write, and I played at it for decades. Today I actually sense my purpose deeply. My days end in exhaustion, and yet I wake refreshed, renewed, and eager to continue. Focused on my goal, bless Jesus, I choose to fly.
Happy New Year, all y’alls!
*Philippians 3:13,14, Holy Bible. New Living Translation copyright© 1996, 2004, 2007, 2013 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.