Something Beautiful

I have been thinking about fingernails lately. They are a constant problem for me because of my job. Every day I have to deal with them, cutting them, filing them. It is a continually present issue that requires daily attention. It seems like even when I have dealt with them, I can still feel the little, tiny, sharp edges sticking out. As I have been struggling with my fingernails, I realized that this is much like my walk with God. Hang in there with me. I know fingernails to God is bit of a quantum leap. I have a daily struggle with my human nature. I fight laziness in the morning as I cling to my blankets. I fight my sharp tongue in my conversations with others. I fight my propensity to not steward my body well with healthy eating and exercise. I fight my thoughts that would be less than good, kind, and excellent. I struggle daily. I have to daily surrender myself to God and His will. I have to daily attend to these things. I have to daily posture myself to hear His voice. I h

I have not been great about blogging lately. Perhaps my thoughts have been to personal for me to share or just not coherent enough to form a blog post, I'm not really sure which it is. There have been many things that I have been reflecting on lately, and that is natural for me at this time of year. The holidays bring memories, and the quiet days of fall and winter bring time to ponder upon these things.  My heart has been drawn by old things lately. Old ideas written in old books by old people. The pace of life and obsession with always having new and better technology doesn't leave much space for the old things. I enjoy the benefits of the many technological advancements that we have had over the last 100 years, but I am left wondering whether these things are really making our lives better.  I am not much of a traditionalist, and yet I find myself drawn to the way that older people live. They have lived so much longer and seen so much life. There is wisdom and purpose in