The picture above is from the new trails I carved into the woods behind our house.
I hope you'll find this week''s Signs of a Struggle post encouraging. Here's the opening paragraph. I hope you'll click on the link below to read the whole post.
"It is finished."
Can there be more satisfying words? Said in quiet resolve as a father steps back from a swing set in the yard, an artist scoots back from a painting, a writer pushes away from a keyboard, a seamstress sews the final seam, a final test is taken, or a silent prayer is lifted. When we sense completion, we spread our arms like a blessing, then rest our hands on our hips to take the moment in before life moves on.
Life moves on?
I thought we were finished.