It's February and this thing is in full bloom. I want to tell it, or at least suggest to it, that it's time is up. But then I had better think again...
You see, I am working on a book anthology project with women who are my age. Some are a few years younger, others are a few years older, but the majority of us are at a stage in life when some would say our time is up.
Time is up for us to be embarking upon a new adventure like this. Time is up for us to be embracing something new.
But we are saying one loud and resounding "I don't think so!"
We still have the energy to reach new heights and to turn new corners. In fact, in many ways, we are still flowering, perhaps not even yet in full bloom. In other words, we're just getting started!
So carry on poinsietta! You do you. And we'll do us. We'll keep growing until the Son tells us not to.