January 07, 2009 It's the morning of the last day of 2008; and, though people have been telling me there's an extra second in which to do what remains to be done, I'm thinking of all the loose ends waiting yet to be pulled together. By the time you read this, of course, 2009 will be well underway.
With the strains of a beautiful rendition of Auld Lang Syne reverberating in my head, I'm tackling the first project on the list—the updating of my Christmas card list. (I'd done that last year also, but then my computer died and I hadn't backed it up on a disc. Maybe I should do it right this time?)
Even as I think of all the friends and family with whom we exchange greetings, I'm reminded that changes will happen anyway by next Christmas, and the list will need more revising. In just the last 24 hours, in fact, I have received word of a birth and a death within our extended family.
And who can ever know what will happen in the year to come? Nothing about life is static. The only constant—the ONLY thing that does not change—is that God will not be surprised at what the future holds. Because He holds the future.
With all my being, I believe that. It's what gives my life meaning.