an open book

the opening page reads ... copyright 2000 by Bill Zimmerman. has it really been more than a decade that "My Life" has rested on my book shelf?

as i flip through the mostly empty pages, there are entries in ink and pencil, dates jotted in the margins and on the tops of pages, and tidbits floating in thin air - words written without connection points to the timeline of my life.

there are dark holes of deep disappointment - the child who cannot create an imaginary world, the girl who does not recall having someone she always trusted to share her worries and joys.

there are celebrations - the awkward and happy second grade girl making her first communion, the teen who tried out for the dance team year after year before finally making the squad as a senior, the college freshman finally cutting ties with the awkwardness of high school ... and the dedication page:

my life

(an open book)

dedicated to my children

this morning the pages lay open. near the middle of the book i add an excerpt from this blog

"... in the final 15 minutes that my heart beats, I reach out and take your hand. You are so very special. You are as God intended you to be, your gifts and joys, the life of grace laid out before you were a heartbeat in your mother's womb..."

and i note the date these words were first written: 02 June 2011.

Everything on earth

has its own time
    and its own season.

There is a time
for birth and death,
    planting and reaping,

for killing and healing,
    destroying and building,

for crying and laughing,
    weeping and dancing,

for throwing stones
and gathering stones,
    embracing and parting.

There is a time
for finding and losing,
    keeping and giving,

for tearing and sewing,
    listening and speaking.

There is also a time
for love and hate,
    for war and peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 CEV

rjw

Heartbeat