Ages and Stages

Ages and stages I ponder the pages Of journal writing wrought. Wasted musing; Time I’m losing Over years life’s lessons taught. It’s embarrassing to see The one and former me Gullible, ignorant girl. Thought she was grown up Kept herself caught up In the wicked wiles of this world. As I read and I ponder, I can’t help but wonder: What would have become of me If the Lord didn’t wake me Grab me and shake me To open my eyes Let me see? Through ages and stages Across journal pages I see His Hand in mine. I see attitude change Where hope remains Because of His grace divine. I see as I’m reading Through pages and pages In journals reflecting my ages and stages It’s not wasted time at all. It’s time for reflection Soul introspection And I find that in spite of it all, Life’s trouble and turmoil Triumphs and challenges I see His hand at play. Things I did not understand Are clear to me today. As I look back over the years Through angst and joy And many shed tears, I see His hand in mine As He works all for good As He said that he would It’s apparent to me over time. ~ Judy Bausch