Thursday, April 9, 2015
In cleaning out my closet the other day, in response to a request brought forth from my wife, I discovered both an old journal kept through the entire twelve months of the year 2000 and some old blog entries saved from 2003. The latter was various initial literary efforts logged by me in Diaryland, a site introduced to me by a friend who also enjoyed this sort of activity. His passion with it languished along the way when his readers dwindled. My own pleasure therein has always been a matter of sorting out whatever’s on my mind, whether that be Bible or merely the day’s events as they come to me; and it amuses me, as well, to every so often be able to go back in time via this means. Grandchildren were just that a little over a decade ago. Births, deaths, major changes in my life and the world around me are all recorded from whatever perspective I knew in those moments. These are sacred events for me, in the sense that they are no longer able to be known via some physical connection and, yet, in my mind and in my heart they are still spiritually a part of who I am. God’s Word expresses me in terms of my being akin to a flower, a blade of grass in His garden that is here but a little while and then gone in so far as reality as we know it within this life. Nothing remains the same within its span. Change is just part of the journey. The only item of solid security given unto us as believers is an inner anchor-line, a paternal umbilical cord reattached through Christ in our “belly”. With it, I hold hope for whatever lies ahead. Our past may well hold its share of regrets, but visiting it in some manner also reminds us that such distance covered knew its share of manna and that, in Him, whatever the future holds, there is no reason for fear…….
Posted by Jim at 8:13 AM