Ah the glories of a new semester. The wonder of this being the last. Rain has fallen nearly steadily since I returned to classes. Almost as if nature itself cannot console itself with the changing tides. That’s been a big theme for the past year. Change. Here I have talked a lot about how receptive I have been to it, but really that’s only a part of the picture. I don’t publish the things I’ve been learning until long after I’ve realized the lesson is there. At times I am in the midst of it still, but yet, I am far from the beginning. I’m reminded of that journey as I sit in an unfamiliar place imagining an unfamiliar scene. It would be so simple to just look out the window and picture what I’d like to be there – I so often do. But how often do I look to see what’s there? What is right before my face. Not often, I must admit. It is so much easier for me to dream of something than to admit what I have is, well, what I have. An empty sidewalk is easily a running track for
Reflections of One Redeemed