To every musical piece there is a finale. To every book there is a end. To every thing there is a season. Numerous times I have written a finale, only to tear it up and pitch it away. Somehow I’ve put it off, but as I reach the fifth anniversary of this blog, I know without a doubt that it is time to write the ending. Time for the final finale. I’m intensely grateful for the years of writing, but I feel that in the last couple years time for writing has seriously diminished. When I started to write it was my only used method of communication. I wrote because I had too, I wrote because I needed the outlet for my thoughts. And in these years of writing, I’ve learned a lot. As time goes on I don’t feel the need of writing as I used too, I’ve learned to live and laugh and love and share in the midst the day to day charms of real life. I’ve met dear friends that I didn’t used to have that have helped me to grow in confidence and strength.
I can’t believe that it’s been five years since the day that I wrote my first piece, hit publish for the first time. In five years life drastically changes, but I can honestly say that it has changed greatly for the better, for the happier. For a richer and fuller life. It’s been a learning of gratitude, of counting the millions of things for which I have to be thankful for. Of seeing how great is our God, and how undeserving I am of His mercy. Of seeing how any good that I can ever attain in my life is solely by an extension His grace alone.
In a changing world, in changing times, in changing seasons, there is one comfort in knowing that God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He is the One and Only Constant.
It is a comfort to know that, in the midst of a crazy life, where no two days are ever alike, where you never know what will happen next. Knowing that no matter where I go in life, no matter where I am. HE is there. Is what keeps me sane. That there is no where in this earth, above or below the earth that I can ever flee from His presence. That no man is able to separate me from Him. That is strength. That is grace.
In the day to day work and challenges of work and customers, and orders and rush and hustle, bustle. He is there. In the early morning and then in the evening twilight hours of milking and mucking and feeding. He is there. He is I AM.
When I forget Him and get wrapped up in my own agenda and thoughts, He is still there. Always was, and always will be. It this knowledge that makes me able to dance in the rain, smile up at the stars and bubble over with joy.
By writing this I only want to say, He is, and was, and always will be. I’m safe. I don’t know the future. I still don’t know what life holds. But I rest in the quiet confidence that He knows. So I work and seek to honour Him in the day to day hours of business. To reverence Him as I work in the great outdoors. To show love to those around me. I know I fail, but He never fails. And that is my strength.
I’m grateful for the friendships made and built. I’m grateful for words. Lived and shared. And so as I move on in life, praying that He will always be my joy. For the whole duty of man is to love God, do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with our God. (Micah 6:8)
And so with all my love, best wishes, fond thoughts and cherished memories, I bid each one of you …adieu.
