one year of kindergarden..........check
eight years of grade school........check
four years of high school.........check
four and a half years of college.............CHECK!
yep, I'm done... well at least for now.
adult life... here I come. kinda nervous.





The grim stickiness, the author of Ecclesiastes points out, is that we don't always know what God is doing from beginning to end. When I read that He just might be making some beauty out of my life, well, that is extremely good news. My life is a collection of all kinds of strange raw material that often makes little sense to me in the moment. Shame haunts me. Financial woes impede my mind. Worry keeps me company pretty much around the clock. If the author of Ecclesiastes is right, as I believe he is, then God is at work, even now, creating and recreating an enduring piece of art from my little, broken-down, saturated life. For the past couple of months I have devoted posts to these verses in Ecclesiastes, hope you enjoy.


Ecc 3: There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven.

and a time to mend. 