Things Unfinished

Most of us have them.

A closet full of half finished works of art...

A garage with various projects strewn around...

A drawer filled with "possibilities."

Tonight I found mine in my writing files.

I was looking through half written poems, blog posts, songs, letters... my life in snippets.

Words that wont meld to my will.

Little glimpses of my heart.

That may never be seen by other's eyes because the right words are elusive.

I would no more show them to the world than a seamstress would wear a skirt unhemmed.

Though I am frustrated with them for being stubborn, and myself for not being able to finish them... they are my creations, nonetheless.

And I feel a strong affection for them, even in their unfinished state.

Memory Lane

I was just reading my blog and realized that next month I'll reach my five year anniversary of being a blogger.

So many words - so many memories.

It's strange to go back to the beginning and read it... in fact, some of the posts made me cringe. Not the content as much as the writing style.

And yet as I read, there were common themes. The themes that are still forefront in my life.

Relishing in the joy of being an Aunt
Missing Mindy - and longing for eternity to spend with her
Sometimes struggling against, and sometimes embracing my single status
How growing hurts, but how it's worth it

But most of all... my relationship with Jesus... with all it's raw emotion, and joyful abandon

And I realized, though my writing style has changed, and though I am five years older, happier, and much more grounded... The important things in my life are still the same.

And I was glad.

Why Yes - She IS Mine!