Some of my favorite things are empty... a new calendar, a new journal, a new day, a new notebook, children not empty in the sense but eager to learn. Myself, as I empty myself out, and wait to see what adventure God will bring me on NEXT. And I love to buy gel pens, or colored markers, and write in those calendars, and journals, and note books, I have way too many to count, filled with so many ideas, and goals, and stories. Some filled with deep, deep heart wrenching prayers, that would make anyone I know question my own sanity, make my own self question it. Some filled with the highest of joys of the most knock me over I couldn't believe revelations, that I call life changing, messing with my theology moments, that will never be taken away from me. These are the places that hold my stories, they are tucked in drawers, and baskets, and hidden on shelves, I am not shy, who sees or reads them.
I love the New Beginnings, I love to write out the Goals, I love to proclaim the goodness of what God wants to do in Me, and with this world around me, and through me, and through those I love. There is one thing though, that keeps gnawing at my soul, that keeps my spirit sadden.. it is those books, that continue, to not get filled, and I continue, to buy NEW Ones, and NEW Pretty PENs, and Start OVER... I seem to think I will write these Goals Again.. that is the trick.. I most have been doing this for 39 - 13 yrs for the past 26 years, at least 2 to 3 times a year... 52 times.
I am all done I most EMBRACE MY NOW.. NO MORE NEW JOURNALS, NO MORE NEW GOALS.. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I NEED TO DO, AND HOW TO DO IT...AND I KNOW WHEN AND THE TIME IS NOW.. NOT TOMORROW, NOT NEXT WEEK, NOT WHEN THIS OR THAT GETS DONE, BUT NOW... I MUST FINISH WHAT I HAVE STARTED NO MORE EXCUSES..
