Thy Ever Feisty Mix

Everybody has the challenge of what to do with the new year. Do we make resolutions? Do we make them and say nothing, thus avoiding the sneers of others when we fail? Or do we simple do nothing and keep recycling our lives?

A friend of mine did a photography project last year. He took at least one picture everyday for the whole year. Sounds easier that it is. Try coming up with 365 different pictures that say something.

I am going to attempt the same thing with words this year. Not always a lot of words. Some times too many words. But I need to get my hands moving and my thoughts flowing. I spend hours in the car every day just thinking.

I think, "We need a new system for granting drivers licenses. There are far too may idiots on the road." I ponder, "My wife and I make quadruple what we made 20 years ago. Where does all the money go?" I reflect on God's amazing love and that I don't deserve it, but somehow he keeps showering it on my day after day.

Your don't want to know everything I am thinking. But I should write some of it down before my head can't hold it any longer.

So why "Thy Ever Feisty Mix?" It's an anagram for "My Three Sixty Five." And it will be a feisty mix of anecdotes, quips and ramblings. No guarantees of appropriateness, but you will absolutely get offended, challenged or encouraged at some point in the year.

Here's to 2011. Some say Jesus is coming back this year. Some say the world will end in 2012. I say, "Let's take it a day at a time and live for this moment." It may be our last, but it may be the start of something better.

Happy New Year.