It’s the all and fully and every that get me.
In all wisdom and spiritual understanding?
Fully pleasing to God?
Bearing fruit in every good work? Strengthened with all power?

It’s the all and fully and every that get me.
In all wisdom and spiritual understanding?
Fully pleasing to God?
Bearing fruit in every good work? Strengthened with all power?

Something new. Blank page of another year. Month. Day.
Unwritten. Unspoken. Unknown by me.
At the open door sits fresh, white snow as far as the eye can see. Waiting for the first footprint.
Looks like hope.

Unfolding year before us. Already scheduled with best-laid plans that can so quickly come apart. Scatter.
The unexpected changes calendars. Disrupts orderly lives. Next steps.
A look back at the past year is case-in-point.
