If I only knew the workings of the passage of time, perhaps I would have a clearer understanding of where this past year, 2015, has gone.
But I don’t.
In fact, there isn’t much I do understand. It has been a hard year in the world. So much to grieve – both personally and in the universe. So much to be angry about. Injustice. Senseless executions. Purging entire cultures from their homelands. Slavery. Disease. Murder. Mental Illness. Addiction. Broken families . . .
The escalating challenge of how we choose our words – it feels like there is a mad attempt to erase what makes us all individuals – to create a generic, speak without offense – yet feeling so helpless because no matter what I say – I am going to offend someone – imitation vanilla conversation. Is anyone else out there feeling the pressure? My prayer echoes the one of the writer of Psalm 19:14 – May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.
Don’t laugh but just the other day I caught myself worrying if I had put the recycling in the garbage can instead of the recycling bin and the pressure of that distracted me until I got home and checked to be sure.
What if . . .
I lean on what I do understand . . . the passion God created you and me with.
Recognizing His hand in the creation and accepting the fact that He gave us free will. Each person has free will – not to choose their life circumstances but hopefully the ability to choose how they will respond to the one life that is theirs.
This past week started with two of my grandchildren spending several days with me. A sunset. Conversations during a sleep over with a four-year-old cousin, the six-year-old and eight-year-old. They taught me a lot.
Listening to their conversations with themselves, their prayers to God and with me are precious memories. The questions. Goodness. Challenging as we read the story of baby Jesus’ birth and then walking into the room and watching as together they were discussing the characters in the nativity scene. Don’t you love how they arranged them in circles with the animals nearest baby Jesus? I see my animal lover – Laura Beth’s hand in this.
I really thought my Christmas blog this year would be a picture journal of my trip to Israel in October. However, this week, I was led from the physical place of Jesus’ birth to a place near my own backyard – in my day-to-day life.
So, I share with you my photo blog from my Facebook page at this week.
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
“Lord, please be with each precious one who turns an ear to hear You and an eye to see You in our world. God please stay close – protect us – this new year will bring new challenges – fill us up with Your love – let us see the world through Your eyes. Let us be Your hands and feet as we travel our journey this year – let us trust You as life is hard and let us remember always – You wait for us in eternity – Thank You for Jesus – thank You for forgiving us and for Your grace and Your love and Your hope. Amen”
Thanks for reading Betsy! One of my greatest blessings has been reconnecting with old friends (from my youth) to making many new ones too. I hope to see you again soon. Come to LA my friend.
Powerful pictures. Beautiful words. May God fill you with joy and hope in 2016. You are such a blessing, Janet!
Thanks for reading Betsy! One of my greatest blessings has been reconnecting with old friends (from my youth) to making many new ones too. I hope to see you again soon. Come to LA my friend.