once upon a time I felt guilty because getting up at 6AM to have a regular "quiet time" with God was not my cup of tea.

but then I grew up and realized that maybe it was O.K. if my time with God was messy, and loud and at midnight instead, or in the car, driving the long trek between the college I was attending and my job an hour away, when I could crank up my stereo and pour out all my troubles and doubts through song instead words.
and it was good.

once upon a time I thought that a new journal would fix my life.
all those glorious blank pages, waiting for my deepest thoughts held the key to a better, more perfect "me."
but then I grew up and realized that no journal - not even the prettiest, fanciest one Barnes & Noble had - could fix my heart. No amount of good intentions to fill those pages up could replace the true hard work of learning to become authentic, of learning how to hold both truth and grace -for oneself especially - together in one hand.
and it was good.

once upon a time I thought that all I needed was the perfect bible study.
the perfect workbook with the perfect questions.
but then I grew up and realized that no amount of fill-in-the-blank worksheets were going to replace the real and honest journey of relationships, where stone sharpens stone and growth truly begins.
and it was good.

once upon a time I threw out 6AM quiet-times and brand new journals and bible studies.
and it was good. it was needed. it was the season for such things.
it was good that way.
but then I grew up some more.
and I realized, that maybe now I wouldn't mind getting up at 6AM - I already get up at 6:30 AM as it is.

and I realized - for the first time in years - that I sure do miss those blank pages. Even though now I know they won't "fix me," they still hold out some hope for what could be.
and I realized that I would like a way to study the bible in a more structured way. that I would like to be sharpened in a new way.

and then I realized that I am turning into my mother (mom aren't you proud?)
or at least my memories of my mother when she was 35.
and I realized that some things in life are just seasonal.
They ebb and flow like the tide.

so now I am trying to get up at 6AM, and I have a hearty stack of books (and a great new red journal) to aid me in my endeavor to grow and learn in a new old way.
only this time it is guilt and "should" free.
this time it is all "want to."
and it is all good.

here is my stack of Quiet-Time Spring Reading 2010:


The Wisdom of St. Patrick
