This June I will be 50. Or, as Braden likes to tell me, "half-way to 100". I find this sobering.
Sobering because, well, wow. That is a long time. Lots of dreams, ideas, attempts. Many indelibly written across the plains of memory. Others flew through so quickly that I could barely get my hand out before they fluttered through my grasp like tired leaves through empty branches.
As a teenager I confidently dreamed of what was to come. My enthusiasm for the future was vast and varied and vague. But as the shape of my life developed, "vague" grew and began to edge out vast and eventually muted varied and the brightness of the future was tarnished by the residue of now.
As I stop here in the middle, I am again gazing into the unknown. Less ignorant than a teenager and excited anew to see through the shroud of now to what lies ahead for me.
Planned and crafted by My Father.
For His Glory.
"The Motions"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qaHmiFaX_pk
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