Grrr...those pesky typos!

As is my routine, I was creating an entry to my journal. And in my hurry I typed Sept. 3, 2097. When my voice synthesizer read what I wrote, I chuckled. Then I wondered what if that were the real date of my journal entry? No doubt, by then I’d be in the arms of the Lord.

But that notion prompted me to evaluate the legacy I’d leave. Along with my physical genes, I hope my descendants also inherit my longing to receive God’s grace.

And because of His grace, each page of my journal will highlight the mountaintops that ushered gratitude and the valleys that caused me to grow.

They’d see the tear-stained pages both of joy and pain. But each spot of the rough terrain of my journey will be balanced by God’s loving embrace.

And as my fingers dance on the keyboard creating yet another entry, this plea fuels me to press forth:

"Teach me to do your will for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground" (Psalm 143:10).

If your ground is not yet level, it may be that the hurdles and potholes in your journey will build the character worthy of impacting generations to come.

Janet