Dear Monday, ( my day ) tell me more

— Edith Lovejoy Pierce

We will open the book.  Its pages are blank.  We are going to put words on them ourselves.  The book is called opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day.

Upon first touch it is warm from sitting in the sunlight.  The bookshelf it came from had a layer of dust...failure to thrive..neglect...the hand squeezed the spine pulling it from the stuck place.

It was a worn. aged and sad looking little book.  Time told.  The fingers caressed the book...lovingly and held it to her chest.  the heartbeat caused the blood to begin to loosen..there was something pushing and it took the little book quite by surprise...the little book could hear something in the distance..almost a rushing

and it opened and the light came in so bright that the little book slammed his eyes shut only to find he was was warm sweet water...salty.  The worn aged book peered out from under and what he had prayed his whole life for happened

He was written upon. It was just one word. not much but you see...this book... while it had waited 42 years for this day..was only made alive by a heart that risked everything it ever had known to be made ready. often these things take time.

and that was her word for that day


What would one word be to describe YOU today? Just today? Don't think to hard for is there whispering...just listen. Has there been a place closed off from Him.  from yourself ..that your afraid to look at?  the word that best sums up your day...right now?  The first day of your New Year could be today.  That ONE word that will define the rest of your day...maybe even your life?

Photo Credit - Restart my Heart