This may well be the very last blog entry I post on Broken Chariots. And in terms of content it won’t be characteristically weighty. But this doesn’t mark the end of the blog’s life.
Time is a fascinating and frustrating thing for us human beings. At the beginning of each new day we are each apportioned exactly the same amount and yet at the end of each day many of us feel short changed. There’s never enough and when we look around at one another we can often feel like some received much more than we did!
Day 365. The last of my firsts.
Today seems an appropriate date to break the hiatus in posting. The break has not been intentional and after this post it may well continue for some time. The reason I’ve seized the day today is because the date seems significant. I’m getting closer and closer to the last of the firsts.
Grab a pen and a piece of paper and prepare to make a list. On that piece of paper list the ten most treasured material items in your home. Continue reading
I’m writing this with less that fifteen minutes of the day remaining. It’s the first Christmas Day in thirteen years that I have spent without my dear Annie. It will mark the first of all the Christmases without my Annie for the rest of my life.
I treasure this photograph. I wouldn’t know what the occasion was but the clues tell me it’s a birthday celebration – possibly Annie’s? There’s something particularly precious to me about photos of my Annie before I knew of her. Although it’s true, I have fewer of those photographs in my possession than I do of those when I knew her, it’s not simply scarcity or rarity that increases their value to me. It’s something much deeper and loftier than that. Continue reading
My Heavenly Father and my Lord,
Thank You for giving me Your Son,
Thank You for forgiving me my sin,
Lord Jesus thank You for laying down Your life and giving me life,
Thank You for dying to save me and my Annie
Thank You for the life You took,
Thank You for the life You give.
I am Yours,
One of the things I really missed this November was making Annie a birthday gift. When it came to gifts, Annie and I spoke a very different love language but we learned to understand one another’s perfectly. Annie loved time and experiences; I however, would settle for anything with a USB port.