Good morning…
I met a poem this weekend that whispered to me about the consistency of life, year by year by year. Our high hopes are laid to rest in the soil of our common ground, and the low lows are lifted up as fodder for our creative connection.
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“This was the year that was not the year” by Brian Bilston
This was the year that was not the year
I repaired the bathroom tap
and emptied out the kitchen drawer
of a lifetime’s worth of crap.
This was the year that was not the year
in which I launched a new career.
516 A West End hit eluded me
as did Time Person of the Year.
This was the year that was not the year
I became a household name.
Action figures were not sold of me.
I wasn’t made a dame.
This was the year that was not the year
I spent less time on my phone.
Nights of passion did not happen
in boutique hotels in Rome.
This was the year that was the year
I didn’t get that much done –
much the same as the year before,
much like the one to come.
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We do not know the path that the wind blows along. Nor do we know how a baby’s body grows inside a pregnant woman. So nobody can explain the things that God does. He is the one who has made everything.
Plant your seeds in the morning, and continue to work until the evening. You do not know which seeds will become strong plants. Perhaps only some of them will grow. Perhaps they will all grow well.
Light makes people happy. It is good to see the sun rise in the morning (Ecclesiastes 11:5-7, EASY).
As we live our daily rhyme steadily over time, every day of every year we accomplish enough. We don’t know how. We can’t explain when. Perhaps things will grow. Perhaps not. Even when it feels like I didn’t get much done, can we trust that God is growing whatever is needed, whenever it is truly needed?
God’s enough for each day is enough.
Above the subtle movement of our everyday lives, thanks be to God who lifts the light of the sun, morning after morning after brand new morning.
…Sue…
