For the New Year. From Joan Chittister's book
The Gift of Years p. 121
I encourage you to purchase a copy of this book. I have gone through it several times and always find something new.
Time is a wondrous thing, if only I fill it well. If I do not allow the passing of time to diminish my spirit but, instead, see it as a call to live life to the dregs--being my best and developing and life-loving self to the end. Then time is my friend, not my enemy. It gives me a heightened sense of life. It urges me on to discover it all. It marks the fullness of life, its mellowing, and it releases in me the self that has been coming into existence from the beginning. It is a new kind of life.
Now, too, I have the quiet time, the solitary time, to think it all through--everywhere I've been, everyone I've known, everything I've done in life with all the glories and all the sad mistakes, all the successes and all the personal failures-and to be glad for all of it. There is not one of them that did not teach me something about life. There is not one of them that did not make me stronger. And they are all me. They are everything I bring to this time now--when the only question yet to answer in life is what I have become.