Once again, I attempt to write a post that's a little more reflective, and once again, in the middle of typing, I get a gray screen and this message:
"Safari has closed unexpectedly".
I'm beginning to wonder if someone is trying to get my attention and throw me off the blogging bandwagon. God, is that you?
Listen, all I was trying to write was this: When I look back on 2015, I am profoundly grateful.
It's one of those years that I'm not quite ready to release before the new one begins. (The love of a particular year has happened only a handful of times, the last in 2010, if my memory serves me.)
So much good came from staying in one place this past year. I tried to wax poetic about it and we know where that got me: back to a blank page, cursing at Safari and wondering how the heck to recreate my musings.
A blank page.
Sort of like 2016. Maybe I've found my resolution: don't try and recreate what was given just because it was good. There is no limit of any kind to God's goodness. No scarcity, no mediocrity, not even a need to redress an old story. I believe in the startling and unexpected gift as much as I believe in the foretold and long-awaited one.
So, thanks be to God, the Giver of all good gifts, for 2015. It was more than I could have asked for, and it leaves me right here, incapable of expressing it's fullness as I type in the spare bedroom upstairs, watching afternoon light fade down the walls while we finish one more turn around the sun.
A VERY GOOD YEAR, IN PICTURES: