OK, you can stop laughing now.
I can hear the likely response even in the pre dawn silence this morning. I’m not sure which is funnier: “I tend to get a little contemplative…“, or “on my birthday….”.
As I awoke way too early on this day after, the latest and greatest first day of the rest of my life, my brain raced with probably the same thoughts as many of you:
How did we reach the point we’re at today, for good and for not (always) so good?
How are we ever going to reach the point we want/need to get to?
Why is there so much stuff in this blasted cart I’m pulling?
If your awakening brain is anything like mine, all I can say is “pull”.
It’s gotten us this far, and so long as we have the resolve to keep throwing unnecessary baggage off every now and then, I think we will one day get there.
Just be careful not to hit that pesky fiddler following behind. The music of life is often what keeps us going.
On that day, this song will be sung in the land of Judah: Ours is a strong city! God makes salvation its walls and ramparts. Open the gates and let a righteous nation enter, a nation that keeps faith. Those with sound thoughts you will keep in peace, in peace because they trust in you. Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD is a rock for all ages.”