|This year's Christmas gift from hubby!|
Little glimpses here and there these past few months... some nothing more than minute memories of the past or half a line of a song once sung... brought me around to this year's word... Restoration.
Nothing huge or traumatic but then again, I think it is the collection of small thoughts that bring more changes to my life. The big stuff overwhelms and does not end in ponderings so much as my usual habit of flinging myself at the feet of Jesus, pouring my heart out and pleading for HELP.
I am at an age when I don't make resolutions, more than likely I pick up last year's goals and give them a good shaking... much as my husband shakes the throw rugs out on the porch to get rid of collected dirt.
Some items on my list were performed as I hoped, a few never saw the light of day, and most are somewhere in the stage between Begin and Sigh and Set Aside... where so many good intentions sleep.
I know what must be done with them, time to reflect and think through what should be continued as well as what can be set aside as being a good intention but not worth my time at the moment. I need to ponder.
While I know restoration will involve picking up again some old practices I once enjoyed (needlework for instance), true restoration will be much like pouring boiling water fresh from the kettle over dried fruit and letting it come back to life. That which appeared to be all tired and dried out becomes... fresh.
Living with certain trials for any extended period of time... whether chronic illness, difficult finances, unanswered longings and desires, people challenges, work situations... stomping one's feet with long lived frustration kinds of trials... all have the ability to drain the very life from us and before we know it, we are shriveled up on the inside like a grape becoming a raisin.
But this year... this is the time of Restoration. I'm not quite certain how it will be attained but I do know Who will pour the water... the same Person who once turned it into wine. :)