I haven't had much time to write about things lately. Not to say I don't care to write them, or even that I don't have things to write about. Many days have been spent getting my eyeballs sucked into a computer and just having at it, so the last thing I want to do is spend more time on the net.

This is, mild I think. This season, coming down off months of stress and tons of work. I kind of feel like I'm not doing much, but the truth is I've been running hot and heavy for so long that normal feels abnormal.

I have found rhythm and rest in the minutia of life. I had one of those nostalgic moments the other day when I was looking at my calendar. I realized that after my nights were booked for the next 2 weeks how I longed for the day years ago when I had so much to do that I felt important or busy, or even successful. But the truth is, I genuinely find my importance in who God is and who he's made me. I'm far from refined, I'm not even remotely important, and always maintain that I've never "arrived", for fear of becoming proud and unteachable.

No, it's more like I look at my life written down before me, and I smile because any and all of this, whatever it may be, is by the provision and grace of God.

So I feel tired and busy, but secure and full. There is still much to be done, and I hope for this year to be that beginning in my life. A new day, awakened. It's like I've never seen things like this before.

Soli Deo Gloria