year 12 Day 1

 I have never felt less like writing a blog in my life.  But then I feel like that most times I sit down with 40 days of blank pages in front of me.  And I suppose that's the point.  The less I feel like it the more I probably need to do it.   I think this year it still feels that I only just set down the Advent blog - it was one of the easiest ones Ive ever written because I was really passionate about the topic. It got me thinking even more about fear and what God has to say about it.  It focused my mind and led me into numerous conversations with people which have been ongoing since the New Year.

This time I think I might tackle ageing.  Its something we are all inexorably doing.  As most of my readers are probably the same age as me - give or take a decade - I guess we are all facing the same sorts of things.  Empty nests, ageing relatives, creaking bones, and more importantly a shift in mindset as we realise that quite probably our most active lives are behind us.

God surely has lots to say about getting older.  He has lots of wisdom on all the things that concern us and raise questions in our minds.   At a recent women's retreat day I was talking to a wonderful lady in our church who is really like me in personality and gifts.  We were both sharing how odd it felt to be 'merely participants' in an event which previously we'd have been organising.  We agreed that partly it was nice to see a younger generation of women doing the things we used to do.  But partly it wasn't nice at all.  We were both chewing over the fact that our roles in church are changing and we aren't quite sure how.   I suspect that quite a few of you reading this know that feeling. and if you dont now you soon will!

As ever this blog will be mightily enriched by all of you chipping in with your insights and wisdom and testimonies.   Its the 12th year of the Lent Blog .  The number 12 is pretty significant in Scripture and in Hebrew it signifies the authority of God and His established order on earth.  So maybe this will be the blog that is perfectly executed and exceedingly well ordered. 😊  One can but hope. 

See you tomorrow as we launch into the subject of getting old.  😊


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