Begin Again

IMG_0030We toasted the New Year with the grandkid’s Star Wars glasses. Our plan was to sell our home in 2017 so the stemware is packed. Oops.

I’m using the Bible app to read through the Bible again and I’ve been joined by Jessica, which motivates me to be faithful. I am accountable to someone. I failed at faithfulness last year. In my defense, every time I wanted to write I could hear my Dad in my head. “If you don’t have something nice to say, don’t say anything.” Last year was rough. I had a lot to say, and most of it wasn’t nice, so I was generally quiet. I do apologize for those times I did write and wasn’t nice.

Reading todays section brought to mind that sometimes we hit unusual and unexpected bumps in the road. Many times, those bumps are not of our own making. We live through consequences of the actions and words of others, through things that God himself has orchestrated, and through things that are just plain random. That may not sound like I believe in the sovereignty of God, but I do.  I do firmly believe that there is nothing I will ever face or go through that cannot be redeemed, if I turn it over to God.

There are times, when I have to surrender what my precious sister calls, Getting my Irish up. 2017 was a year of desperately surrendering my Irish over and over and over again.

Each new year, I choose a verse to pray for the year.  This year is the first year, in 40 New Years with my Man, that we are doing a verse together. We have two, and a word. The word is Arise, (rise up). We are already beginning a new thing, and it is good. I pray that not only will God arise on our behalf, but that we will rise up too.

Psalm 44:26, “Rise up and help us; rescue us because of your unfailing love.”

Our goal is to be debt free by the end of the year. Our hope is to see our families in 2018. Our passion is to be fully invested in a new service to the Body of Christ. We shall see.

I wonder what sort of ride the twists and turns of 2018 will provide. It will probably cause me to scream with both delight and fear, and maybe a little frustration. I may scream to have someone let me off, and I may even puke, but I don’t ride alone. I will hang on tight when necessary, and ride I will.

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