The end of year is fast approaching. Frankly, it cannot end quickly enough for me. I haven't liked very much about this year. Please, don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad and it certainly contained some good belly laughs and blessings. If I had to sum it up I would put it something like this: It wasn't the best of times and it wasn't the worst of times. It was just time. The clock struck midnight 365 times and not once have I turned into a pumpkin or a princess. I haven't had any startling revelations. Oh sure, I have had a few crises of biblical proportions, but it's like they never really registered. I sort of plopped down and held my place like a cow pie marks its area in the field. I haven't moved in any direction. I haven't composted and fertilized anything. I haven't achieved a single goal. I just sat still and let the world revolve around me. I think it would be safe to say that before achieving a goal you have to actually set on...
Musing of a mostly sane, perfectly saved and yet entirely flawed bible believing woman and biblical counselor.