When you’re as old as I am, you put things into some sort of perspective. I was born in 1940. I walked to school, there was no such thing as cafeterias or school lunch programs. Thankfully I learned to read before I went to school, played piano at age 3 to strengthen my eyesight, and was bored to tears with Dick and Jane books’ repetitious nonsense. They advanced me out of kindergarten to first grade, but then reversed the decision because I talked too much. Yes, I’m extremely fascinated by words. No surprise I have completed writing 28 books so far and loved teaching students to use language well to express themselves.
I’ve seen the advent of computers, automatic shift cars, frozen foods, restaurants (we never ate out as children), and so many changes. Did I ever think I’d see the year 2022?
As we begin this new year, I pray we will learn to appreciate each day’s worth, and as the scriptures say, see each new morning as an opportunity to praise God and thank Him for His mercy. I long for new appearances of grace and peace in each day of the new year. It’s all a matter of perspective. With so much crime, inflation, corruption, sin, and savagery in the world, I propose looking for the other side of COVID, haranguing, obstinance, intrigue, and media manipulation and live a little more like Pollyanna. I plan to see evidence of grace and mercy. I thrill to see my grandchildren’s hopefulness and enjoyment of life. I plan to fall asleep each night I have left in this life thanking God for my blessings and leaving the shameless nastiness to commentators and politicians who seek to make our lives miserable. Seek grace and peace. Let’s do it in Twenty-Two.
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