Plans

"I’ve spent the last fifteen minutes looking for my reading glasses. So indicative of my last 49 years looking for worth, searching for love, looking for my car keys, stalking my purse, digging for a pen, scrambling to find a schedule and at this juncture of life—I’m longing for a complete thought.

I have chosen to refer to this marvelous portion of life as “half time”. In sports, that is the time to regroup, refresh, rethink and relax. That’s the problem... I am trying to do this in the wrong order. No wonder I can’t get a clear thought. No wonder, I don’t want to write thank you notes or tackle my mail. No wonder life seems to be flying yet in sepia tones of slow motion so I can visualize all that I am missing—no wonder.”

This journal entry from the summer of 2007 was the beginning of the next chapter, the 2nd half if you will. It marked a time of reflection, introspection, painful evaluation and a renewed sense of purpose. Prayerfully, this communication will allow you, the reader to laugh, to cry, to identify and to grow with me into the image of our loving Heavenly Father. He truly is working all things for our good. No matter if you are frantically paddling in the middle of the first quarter of life or you are seated at the bottom of the third. Life is meant to be enjoyed—not endured.

There is a marvelous plan because there is a magnificent Planner.