I’ve pondered many truths this year—great and small—but chief among them is the realization that my life has meaning not just because of what reason tells me, but because my heart also has something important to say on the subject.
I'm old enough to have surrendered the need for it all to make perfect sense. My pilgrimage has become a bigger mystery than ever, which I’m learning to accept without having to formulate elaborate explanations for it. The fact that I can’t see through doors is not the problem I sometimes make it out to be. It’s because of my creaturely limitations that I learn something about the comfort of his presence. I’ll be making no New Year’s resolutions because I want to be attentive to what’s important right now, right here. I seek to live in kairos time.
I strive to remain humble about what I understand about God’s purposes for my life. My heart leads and, reluctantly, my head follows.