“Word for the Year”, “Goals”, “Resolutions”… A couple weeks in to 2016 now and the hubbub of these buzzwords has subsided. These topics were all the rage. Were… It happens that way every year. Then real life happens.
We desperately seek purpose and reason and balance in our lives and a new year offers that fresh perspective. That momentum held, in my case, for exactly 18 days. I woke up on January 18th, only 18 days out from being revved up for an incredible 2016, realizing my goals are pretty much shot. My word of the year is “balance” and although such a nice and peaceful concept, it peeks at me from behind a pillar as if to taunt me like a child playing chase. I know balance is there. I see you. “Watch out my little balance buddy, I plan to catch you someday.” Although sprinkled with so much good, 2015 was a hard one for me in many ways. I was very much looking forward to finding some balance and rest in the new year. God apparently has different plans. I don’t think it’s that He doesn’t want me to find balance. I think it’s just that He knows I have some things to learn. I’m still going to strive for balance but I think if I find it I might get too comfortable there. Comfortable is a very scary place to be for the Believer.
Oh how true that is! You’d think I would have learned to be more flexible over my almost 50 years. I try, I really do, but my hands seem to go to autopilot in the closed position.
Today, I will focus on my next step. My next best yes. The proverbial elephant that you can only eat one bite at a time. I will try hard to open my hands to receive God’s plan and let go of my own.
Upon entry, 2016 looked hopeful and balanced. I’m seeing that my year may not be working out like this. Regardless of how my day or my week or my year goes, I know who holds all of my days and all of my tomorrows.
As I begin this new year, this new day, I don’t have a clue how the story will go. There are a multitude of potential plot twists that could occur in this day not to mention over the course of a whole year. No matter how the story of 2016 goes, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt how THE story ends and I have the blessed assurance of the One who guides me through each minute until I turn my last page.
After the chaos, the story ends with perfect peace.
After the tears, it ends with pure joy.
After the struggle, it ends with complete redemption.