It takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home.
Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Chapter 1, Page 8, Book 13
Life I am the new year. I am an unspoiled page in your book of time. I am your next chance at the art of living. I am your opportunity to practice what you have learned about life during the last twelve months.
All that you sought and didn't find is hidden in me, waiting for you to search it out with more determination.
All the good that you tried for and didn't achieve is mine to grant when you have fewer conflicting desires.
All that you dreamed but didn't dare to do, all that you hoped but did not will, all the faith that you claimed but did not have -- these slumber lightly, waiting to be awakened by the touch of a strong purpose.
I am your opportunity to renew your allegiance to Him who said, 'behold, I make all things new.' I am the new year.
There are a lot of poems and quotes comparing our lives to a book. In this blog each Chapter is a month, a page is a day and the book is the year.
I am thankful for each day I get to write another page. When I wake up each morning, I say: O Lord, I'm still here! so I'm guessing, Lord, that you must have some important work left for me to do. Help me to make the most of today.
We surely don't know if we will see another day here on earth, but while we're here we do have some work to do. Even a retired person like me has to work once in awhile.
Sometimes the work we do is something we like and sometimes it's something we'd really rather not do. It seems that often we don't get a choice about that either. I'd rather mow grass than to shovel snow. There is a lot of different things we do, but if we do them the best we can, then we can consider it a job well done.
It's the way we do, what we do today, that's important.