As another year comes to an end – do you wonder what’s ahead? If we could see that far and that deep – we probably wouldn’t want to. At the end of 2018 who could have thought what would take place in our life in 2019? Not us.
This past year has been difficult but not wasted. I don’t lean on remembrance, so it’s preserved in a journal where God’s faithfulness is written over every page. Some, I’ve wanted to tear out but grateful for what’s hidden between the lines.
Last night I spoke to a few close to my heart and listened to theirs – they hoped the year had ended differently in order to have hope for the one ahead. I hope they listened, too . .
We don’t need a new year or a new decade – simply a new day. The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His mercies never come to an end, they are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion says my soul – therefore I will hope in Him. Lamentations 3
Instead of squinting to see what awaits us on an unknown path, may we look back (with twenty-twenty vision) on the past mercies of this year. When the entries in an old-discolored journal don’t align with my expectations – it’s really okay.
And so dearest you, wishing you a blessed new year as we reframe, reflect, and resolve to know what we know– His sovereign plan always works from front to finish.
The eyes of the Lord your God are always upon it, from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. Deuteronomy 12:11