2009 was not a good year for me. It was by far the most frustrating year for my health that I have ever had. I ended the year with the feeling that I was not firing on any cylinder.

I am still wrestling with some health issues and not sure just yet how I want to respond to that. I am not comfortable with any of the current options that I can see before me and I am hoping that something different will reveal itself.

But I do know that this year I want to become more intentional about finding a way to catch up the the ecclesial wagon I fell off of so long ago. For me, it seems that one thing that was missing for me was interacting with books. In a good year I will average around one book per week. I doubt I got more than one a month last year.

I have been setting up a reading queue of books I want to digest in the days ahead, but I wanted to start with something that would bring a measure of redemption to some of the areas in my life that feel broken. There are a handful of authors that always reach deep into my soul and speak to me in ways that not many others can. Probably the one who rises to the top of the list for me is Anne Lamott. In the fist few sentences of the prelude of Grace (Eventually): Thoughts on Faith, I was already hooked. Lamott may be the most honest writer I have ever read and she has the ability to speak into the neediest places in my soul.

If you have never read an Anne Lamott book, you are missing out on a great gift. Stop what ever you are doing and go to the nearest library, or bookstore, and pick up any of her books. Make your favorite beverage, grab your blanket, start up a fire and dive in.

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