I thank God often for the ability to place in my head and on my heart the pieces of my life which have formed and grown me.  Like a patchwork quilt or a stain-glass window, there are all the little pieces of me come together to love and nurture and guide.  I gather warmth from their covering and insight as I glance through these colorful, little minute pieces joined together with the mortar of sweat and tears and laughter and joy…..a young girl’s anticipation…

And now, as I head into this second half of life, it is a gift I have as I am able to look back from here and reminiscence of those tiny fragments of life all scooped up in my hand and laid down flat on the table of my soul.  Like a master stain-glass-maker, matching colors and sizes and shapes and laying them out all beautiful waiting for the moment I can lift them up and let them shine for eternity.

It is a labour of love, this binding and joining and forming of a life.  The fact that it is my life made more precious to me as each day is marked off on the calendar.

And, sweet preciousness grows big in my heart as I am looking back to when I was a young girl, all full of hopes and dreams and goals and possibilities….the gift of everything being possible and all things being do-able, unfettered by the burgeoning of life…

Back when the knowing that all I had to do was…..

IMAGINE……..