St Patrick's day arrived with few plans this year. I did sit a while and read his autobiography this morning during my quiet time and have been scribbling down bits of it into my notebook. What especially strikes me this time around is his deep regret over wasted time, idle words, and lost opportunity. With the midcentury mark looming I find myself sharing those regrets. It is an embarassment of riches, these many years I've been given, and yet have I made the most of them? Has my speech been edifying? My hours fruitful? My way steady and focused? And if not, how can those regrets be channeled into new resolve?
He also tells us to be amazed by what God can do with our imperfect efforts:
With him "I pray God that he gives me the gives me perseverance, and that he will deign that I should be a faithful witness for his sake right up to the time of my passing."
A round up of ideas for you from previous years: