I’ve borrowed breath for 39 years now. I’ve borrowed love, words, wisdom, rest, strength, and many other gifts. Actually, what do I have that I haven’t received? And what have I shared that I wasn’t given? You see, at best I’m a bankrupt borrower. And always, he’s a lavish lender. So, I have a hunch the year ahead is going to be more of my needing and more of his giving. May his blaze ignite this borrowed ray of my life.
“O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshines blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.”
-G. Matheson
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