So, here it is. My eleventh hour Musing. With only ONE day left in 2009, here is my attempt at saving face. With this posting, I can say that I didn't let an entire calendar year pass by without my writing. Though, I suppose, technically, more than a year has passed, since my last entry was in June 2008. That's horrendous. Excuse me.
It's not that I've not been musing. Yes. I muse often. I muse when I cook. I muse when I drive. I muse when I shower. I muse when I rock our daughter. Sometimes I muse when I'm reading her a book. Which is probably why this Musing sounds somewhat like one of her favorites, "Gossie."
Maybe it's the fact that another year is whooshing by and my guilt for things left undone or unsaid has gone from back-burner simmer to full-on boil. Maybe it's the tick-tock-tick-tock of the website software trial period deadline fastly approaching before I've fully explored the program's capabilities. Maybe it's that I've run out of all viable excuses. But for whatever reason, tonight I have taken it upon myself to find the means I need to re-enter.
Re-entry is scary. In fact, I think it's scarier to me than the initial dive into nothingness --the leap of faith that was the culmination of my time spent in the desert those many years ago. A lot has happened since then. A lot of life. Marriage. Child birth. Near death. Hurricane Ike. Exile. Rebuilding. Starting over.
I've no callouses. I've not played the guitar since Hurricane Ike wiped us out. But it's a new year. It's yet another beginning following yet another glorious reminder of the birth of the One who makes all things new.
So maybe it's not guilt after all. Maybe it's innocence. Yes, perhaps it's the innocence of the Season that is offering me this fresh start. This re-entry. So let's just pick up where we left off, shall we?
Grace and peace
to you as you journey.
Yours in Christ,