December 29, 2013

Year’s end is upon us, our focus—rightfully so, on the new one ahead. New beginnings, fresh starts, there’s always something hopeful about that. And yet, for me at least, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed with all that I’d like to accomplish, like to change, especially within myself. 
What wonderful rest there is in the hard-earned knowledge that God will supply the needed strength one day at a time. He can and will work the needed changes and alterations, it’s only up to me to ask—daily, sometimes ‘momently.’
Growth in gratitude is on my resolution list this year. Right there near the top. Number one is to make Him number one, every day, every hour, and in every circumstance. Success in that would be success in everything.
After recent experiences, I am grateful for the blessing of health and, I am profoundly thankful for the Great Physician, the One who heals from within that which doctors and medical sages cannot even identify much less remedy.
Another resolution is to get back to writing again. There’s lots of catching up to do in the Tails of MouseHouse, and thank you, dear readers, for your past interest and much-appreciated encouragement in that endeavor. I am seriously pondering how to go about putting them in book format.
Meanwhile, a peek out on back-porch this chill morning, reveals, as expected a tiny wisp of smoke spiraling up from MouseHouse chimney. Sir Fivel is up, very likely stoking the fire at Walnut Woodstove, and perhaps even brewing some fresh chicory for him and his lady-love.
It’s another quiet Sunday, and their morning devotions to their Creator are, as always, part of the routine. Today is special because no one goes off to work or school—quietness reigns, as it should on God’s day.