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Shrouded in fleece and denim, I sit near the snow-crusted window while the heat vent seems to blow nearly continuously at my feet. The furnace has worked overtime within while the wind and ice have danced madly without. Now the last bits of clouded daylight fade into shades of ever-darkening slate.

On such a new year’s day, I contemplate time’s passage and hope for what may yet await me in faith, life, relationships, work…and how I might use the insatiable thirst to write more poignantly to bless my readers in new or renewed ways. To that end, I now share my plan for writing in the first months of 2022.

Blogs in the coming weeks will connect to a theme of Give More, Bless More. I will be exploring aspects of alternative ways to give and to bless as well as alternative ways to view how God has blessed us and how we can bless others. I hope you’ll come back week after week and join me for this thoughtful journey.

Until next week, and for today, I close with a brief, spontaneous poem-prayer:

“Scour me, Lord, and purify,

Like windswept land ‘neath snow and sleet.

Freeze selfishness and liquify

My frozen heart–’twas buried deep.

Then, let me learn and testify

What sacrifice brings blessings sweet.”