The last few days have consisted of a lot of thinking-decision making-and obtaining a mind set that will determine how I live my life. I have tried to be a careful listener, in order that I might discern the truth hidden behind words (both my own words and those of others). As many times before, I am reminded that of all the things in this world, what I desire most is the same wisdom that was given to Solomon. As imperfect as I am and with all of the mistakes I have made, there remains the hope of the newness of another day. Mind boggling, isn't it...The measure of grace that sits waiting for us if we will simply ask.

For so many I know, the idea of planting your feet into the ground is a terrible one; They say it would be boring, that staying put would be a catastrophic way to spend your youth-wasting so many moments of opportunity and chances to have a little fun.
In some ways, I agree with them. The thought of running away from old rules would be easy and exciting. However, there is an indescribable "thing" buried in the deepest chamber of my gut that has, for my entire life, prevented me from believing the advertisements. I do not fess up to perfection, for I have had my fair share of wrong turns, but I trust that which has protected me from disasters, one after another. The hand of guidance and love that has caught me every day reminds me what it is that I crave.

Wisdom...The hope for an understanding of things unseen and the ability to distinguish one voice from another...Is what I want for Christmas.