Progress

I'm so glad that there are things in life where measurable progress can be made. So much of my day consists of picking up the same toys, washing the same dishes, laundering the same clothes. There is beauty to this rhythm, but today I am grateful for progress.

Nine months ago I decided I was tired of my bare cabinet-tops. I started collecting blue-and-white items (a dollar here and a dollar there secondhand) and now that space between cabinets and ceiling is full and attractive.

In September I started teaching my son to read words like "am" and "ax". Today he read five sentences (Chuck is fixing the shack) in four minutes.

Yesterday I had six months of photos and captions to add to four separate photo albums. Today I'm almost done.

Aren't you glad we're going somewhere? We're not running in circles, though it may seem like it at times. We have a goal, a destination, a glorious END which is really the beginning of all things real.

"Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:12-14