December 31st feels powerful.
A screeching halt filled with clattering memories; good and bad memories equally, if we are lucky.
But noisy nonetheless.
However, January 1 arrives in a whisper.
Something about that first day feels like acquiring noise-canceling headphones.
A new year provides the weary soul an opportunity to retreat from distraction, lighten up, tread slowly, and focus.
A new year brings the thrill of staring quietly at a blank canvas.
Expectantly.
This particular new year I find myself humbled by 2018’s abundant lessons. Last year unearthed a self-awareness, there are many things that I must address within myself to receive what awaits. And we all know that brand of self-improvement rarely surfaces gently.
So, I have been withdrawing (healthily) and listening intently. From the quiet, a peaceful calling has emerged, inviting me to see things through a new lens.
Peering from this renewed lens, I see those “lessons” left in their wake a beautifully carved out hollow space for hope to fill.
This year will be rebuilding.
I will restrengthen my mind and body.
While doing those things for myself, I plan to hold space for others gently.
I will not fix them; I will merely show up.
What I have discovered within myself will be quietly put into action as God’s work in someone requires no big show.
He oversees the outcomes, our ripple effect on others.
God will take last years countless changes, the shards, the pain, the hurt, the joy, the misunderstanding, the beauty gained, the permanent loss, the grace exchanged, the wisdom acquired, and He will bring it to the surface and use it for good.
He will do the same for you.
I am ready. My hands are open.
Standing here expectant.
