Sorry for the delay in writing.  When I started this, I envisioned updating the blog three or four times a week – ha, ha, ha.  Instead, this is now just like my journal which sets in my desk drawer, condemning me for my absolute lack of discipline and commitment.

I have discovered – and it only took this long because I am so slow witted – that I am fickle and inconsistent.  I make promises I never intend to keep.  I commit myself to more than I could possibly undertake.  I spend my time on the “tyranny of the urgent”, neglecting the things that are truly important.  My resolutions are already broken.  I don’t even remember what I was supposed to give up for Lent.  It’s a wonder I remember to breathe!

Isn’t it great that we have a God who is completely faithful, entirely trustworthy; who delights in the monotony of consistency.  G.K. Chesterton wrote,

A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life.  Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged.  They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead.  For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony.  But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony.  It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening “Do it again” to the moon.  It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them.  It may be that He has an eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.  The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.

He Did It Again!  And thank God He did.

SDG