Joy Bells

At the ripe old age of 70, it's always instructive to look back and meditate on the journey. God has sometimes clearly led--opened doors so obviously that even i could see the way. At other times He's had to push. Pushing back against omnipotence is not really a good idea--or effective. On some occasions He's had to drag me to where He wanted me to be. (Not to go, to be). Yep, I have expertise in the area of stubbornness. Yet, as I look back at all the stops along the way--from places of wonder to places of pain, loss and disappointment, His heart of love and hand of wisdom are so undeniably present every step of the way. He is the Master Potter after all. I can sing without the slightest doubt or hesitation "Jesus led me all the way." A joy journey I call it. And the beauty of the journey so far is such a comfort as I contemplate the journey yet to come. He will I'm sure continue to lead. Continue to push when necessary. Continue to drag along when He has to do so. But it will always be His love and wisdom at work each step of the journey--be it one more day or one more year or even decades. Joy bells ringing in my heart. What a journey!