TRANSFORMED, from broken to beautiful
Since I typed the last word and hit publish on my Write 31 Days series in October life has been a whirlwind, and I haven’t been back once to work on another blog post. Why? Number one, writing for 31 days straight was exhausting and a lot more demanding than I thought it would be. Number 2, November was a month of hosting friends and family in our home which meant a lot of local sightseeing, including trips to the beach and the mountains.
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Have you ever had a best friend that you talked to every single day? You know, that friend in Junior High who you spent nearly every waking moment with, and on the weekends took turns staying over at each other’s houses. This is the friend you could talk non-stop with and never run out of things to say. Or sit for hours not speaking but simply singing along to albums played on the record player. Carole King; America; Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young . . .Yes?
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When I turned over the rumpled and coffee stained page of my calendar to reveal a great big SEPTEMBER 1, it was at first shocking, and then sad, to realize that Summer really is drawing to a close. Where did the long, hot days of Summer go? They didn’t seem so long to me at all. What happened to all those days I’d planned to spend relaxing on the screened porch with a good book? And when did the trees start littering my yard with cast off leaves and the flowers in my garden start losing their glory? Last week was full-on Summer and this week a change is in the air.
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“I can hardly wait to see what God is going to do with your lives,” said a friend to me one day.
Are you kidding me? Our lives? My husband and I were in the midst of our season of Great Pain, and it was just the beginning of a long process of restoration. I couldn’t possibly see ahead to the day when God might be able to use us for anything good.
Words are powerful though, and the respect I had for this dear friend of mine made me want to live up to her expectations. Her words helped me in my battle through the pain to the healing waiting on the other side.
This blog, Old Things New, began as a result of that healing.
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