On our ride back from a San Diego weekend that glistened with joy, the love of family, and the closeness of friends, I carefully pulled my Bible with its broken binding out of the red tote bag and read the day’s Scripture to our family. It seems the only time we do this though, is when we are tucked in our car together on long trips where no one can escape.
That Monday, June 16, was our oldest son Tim’s birthday. With anticipation I flipped to the day’s reading and almost gasped. The timing was more than uncanny. It had Continue reading
A New Year opens up like the budding of a new blossom. Some blossoms are filled with a sweet fragrance. Some blossoms have large, colorful petals. Some blossoms unfurl with spots, scars from pest-infested days. And some blossoms open quickly, announcing their presence to the world, then suddenly the petals fall off in rapid succession. The memory of the flower is gone.
We cannot predict how the New Year will unfold anymore than we can predict the unfurling of a blossom. Of course, with a blossom we have some control if we plant the shoot in fertile soil, feed it properly, pour water into the depths of its roots, and add a pesticide. But the New Year is beyond our control.
Circumstances can bombard us and like unseen pests can gnaw away at the goals we set for this New Year. Or our health or the health of those we love could make a u-turn and suddenly the large, colorful life we were planning drops to the ground. Or without warning, a fierce trial that shakes our faith to its roots can leave us with shriveled petals in a season of drought.
What a dismal outlook on a New Year you may say. Others are looking at the New Year as a time of hope and promise. And a New Year is a time of hope if we know where to place our trust–and our hand. With a well-intentioned heart and a firm promise to change ourselves this year, the best place to put our trust is in the Lord’s hand and His promise for us.
The Lord has a firm grip on our hand and will not let anything or anyone snatch us out of His hand, regardless of how our New Year plans, resolutions, and days turn out. Knowing that He hangs onto to us even when we cannot hold on ourselves give me great peace and hope for the New Year.
“and I give eternal life to them, and they shall never perish; and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand. I and the Father are one.” John 10:28-30 New American Standard
“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: ‘For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.’ No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither height nor depth nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 35-39 NIV
In these promises from God, I can breathe easy at the year ahead. He has me in His hand and won’t let go! Tweet This
Some sisters-in-the Lord have been tweeting–No Fear New Year. Ann Voskamp and Beth Moore have found the security as we look ahead and move forward.
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“But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green….” Jeremiah 17:7 and 8 NIV
It may have been Father’s Day but it felt like Mother’s Day to me. Our family was together~those of us still living here at home. We had a fun outing and dinner in a restaurant. To me that’s a mother’s holiday, even if I watched the man movie, “Man of Steel”–in 3D and IMAX as a Father’s Day present for my hubby. All it takes to make this mother happy is to have her family gathered around with chatting and laughter. And a phone call from the one who no longer lives under our roof. He’s a Navy man now and makes his home near the base. It was a brilliantly clear day in Arizona with the sun’s rays exerting about 110 degrees of heat upon us as we opened the car door. We parked as close to the theater as possible, not just for convenience, but because we did not want to trek far in the smothering heat. Don’t let anyone kid you about it being only “a dry heat”–it is still hot. Your face feels the heat radiating from the paved surfaces and your breath is a little shallower as the heat crushes against your chest. As we approach the mall doors, relief in sight, the sound of voices on our son’s cell phone blow a refreshing breeze across my sun-streaked face. Our youngest son has called and suddenly it seems like we all walk through the mall doors together. Distance may have separated us but those cellular towers have joined us in this moment of celebration.
We all smile knowing the great gift of family that God gives. The gift may be visible in only moments or may not look exactly as we imagined it, but it is a gift nonetheless. Our day continues with the joy that God gave us at the start of our journey. His presence and love infused in each moment.