Lent Day 43: Reflection

Goodness me, and like that I'm nearly done. One more blog to go tomorrow and I have honoured my Lent commitment. 

I've just read over my 42 blogs. That's over a month of thoughts. Thoughts that I would normally keep to myself, or thoughts that are so fleeting that they barely cross my consciousness. 

It amazing what can happen in 42 days - I started at the end of a very torid term (aren't they all?) and I ended with a huge adventure. In between there has been loss and difficulty, and rashes and recipes and RnRs.  

When one starts to document one's life day by day one starts to notice that, if we take the time to stop and reflect, God has designed moments for us in everything we do, even the hard stuff. And sometimes the moments are glaringly obvious, and sometimes they only shyly sneak out as we write a sentence. 

I suppose that's actually the best way to describe a relationship with God - sometimes He's so obvious that He is physically tangible and sometimes He's the whisper at the end of a thought reminding us that there is reason to hope for a better day tomorrow. 

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