(Apologies for the pre-mature post. I-pads do tricky things with fingers. Just delete if you received earlier via email the uncompleted one, and here is the real deal…I promise. Happy New Year friend.)
Our dear friend, who’s more like an uncle really, was visiting over Christmas when in the middle of one of my fever-spike-melt-downs, help girl in her innocent ten year old voice turns to him and asks “any words of wisdom?.”
Any words of wisdom…anyone??
“Because we’re all clinging to jello right now” I wanted to scream! “And it’s not working out for us!”
And I feel we sort of all do this at New Years. We’re peering through the thick silence echoing our question and we wonder, is there more to cling to this year…than just jello? Will resolutions help? Or more discipline? Or the desire to really want a change?
I wish I had some flowery high in the sky answer that would end all pain and suffering. That would give brave and make a difference. But I’ve learned that in all my striving, there’s much I can’t control and at the end of the day an empty list leaves for an infinitely more guilty heart.
So I give you this. This the mantra of my year. The hope for each uncertain day. And I think you’ll agree it’s considerably better than jello. So let’s put our hope not in New Years resolutions, but in the God who makes all things new.
Relying on God has to begin all over again as if nothing had yet been done. ~C. S. Lewis