I have been fearful of January for months. I schemed a plan to fight January blues with fresh flowers, no Facebook, a knitting project, healthier(-ish;) eating, and plenty of good reads on hand. This weekend we got some fresh air with a night away and a walk in the woods. As it turns out, this has been a pretty refreshing month. I love January for the way it directs us toward learning from the past and hoping for the future.
For all the thoughts of change that flood my mind this time of year….I am enjoying this succinct and wonderful perspective:
'I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I hope to be in another world;
but still I am not what I once used to be, and by the grace of God I am what I am."