It's that time of year again.Fitspiration. Clean eating. Book lists. You know the drill. One flip of the calender page and everyone has a renewed look of the world.
The hours stretched long on December 31st. "What should I write about this year? Am I a 'Resolutions' type gal? Am I an 'Anti-Resolutions' type gal? Am I an 'OHEMGEE guys, it's just resolutions, let's have some fun, stop being so rude' type gal?" I have yet to answer any of these life altering questions.
I knew that last year held overwhelming joy and deep heartache for myself and many. I know that this year friends will lose their parent, wake another day with a barren womb, lose a job. Others will welcome babies, get that big promotion, celebrate another year of wedded bliss with their spouse. The possibilities are endless and all the while, the days are numbered.
The thing about self improvement is that I often try to outdo the great work that my creator is doing with me. He is perfecting me. In ways I don't understand. In ways a 21 day program, 52 week project, or 24 hour plan cannot. This year, 2014, is another year closer to paradise. One yet unseen that I want no part of while on this Earth. But what we do decide to do until then, it needs to be revisited often, at least yearly if not daily.
Dec 31st kept stretching on. I made the most delicious, simple chicken broth for chicken and dumplings. "Ah, yes, this! I will talk about simplification. About my new love that I had beaten into me for a Minimalist existence. How getting rid of half of what we owned this year leads to clarity and tastiness. Wait. No. That's not it." The chicken and "bumplins" (as Norah called them) were delicious. But not resolution inspiring.
Well past midnight, as I lay listening to fireworks in the distance, and the cheers of jubilee through the interwebz, I thought about "New." I have started many years by wanting a new body. New hair. New clothes. A new babe. But I've never started a year wanting to BE MADE NEW like I do right now. A new vigor for His Word An ignited fire for my husband. A refreshed patience for my children. A fortified grace for the world.
I want to taste the salt in my lungs as many times as I can, make beautiful things with these slender hands God's grown me into, push my body to work, love and rest like it never has. I want to weep with complete confidence that His Blood is more than any tragedy that lay ahead. I want to sing and dance so wildly that laughter overtakes any music.
I want Him to make me new.
Happy New Year.
have passed away; behold, all things have become new.