Wow, it was so past time for a new calendar. The 2011 calendar had had it. Over the course of the year, ripped from its cover, scribbled on by little hands, hanging hole ripped through repeatedly and taped, re-taped and then re-re-taped to keep it together. Plans made, plans crossed out, things scheduled so quickly that the writing was illegible when the date arrived, and we were left scratching our heads and wondering where exactly it was so important to be at 5:30 p.m. on that day. Knocked down, spilled on, glued, and yet, somehow still holding together on December 31st . . . if only barely.
A fitting metaphor for our life as a family, really, not just this year but every year. Rips and mends, schedules and changes, messy scribbles side by side with neat script, always a slight bit of confusion (at times more than others!), and yet, amazingly, still holding together at the end of the year.
And now, up goes a spotless, fresh calendar, with all the promise of empty boxes in which to write. A scrumptious new calendar of porches, looking out over landscapes of Italy, Montana, Maine, Greece . . . ::sigh::
A year to write on, mess up, fix and correct. May we find ourselves, at the end of the year, still holding together.
No, not holding together . . . but instead, held together!
He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together!!