The
book of life has many chapters, they may not all seem to fit, some may always
be incomplete, but nonetheless they are part of the whole…
As I’m trying to
complete the last couple requirements of the semester I’m listening to the Twin
Cities Women’s Choir latest c.d. release, which is a reminder of another, long
chapter of my life. My voice is on most
of the songs on this two-disc compilation, and as I listen, I wonder if it will
be the last one where my voice will be present.
Did I complete that chapter already?
What I’m becoming aware of is that even when chapters seem to come to an
end, some elements of each are threads within the whole. Memories, friendships, repeated experiences
in new forms all help me remember that “My Heart’s At Home,” always, because it
is my story and all the pieces fill my heart and wherever I am, I am at
home.
To the Author of Life, I give
thanks! The book that holds the pages of
my life hold my story, incomplete, filled with suspense, joy and
adventures. When I have the opportunity
to revisit the pages of earlier chapters, use them to teach me and guide me and
remind me that in them, you were there, then, as you are now. Amen.