When peace like a river attendeth my way
Oh what joyful delight flowed the day you were born
When sorrows like sea billows roll
And then. That day flooded with deep, deepest despair.
Whatever my lot, You have taught me to say,
And today. Your birthday. With waves of emotion leaving me worn,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
but oh so grateful for all the days we could share.
*”It Is Well With My Soul” lyrics by Horatio Spafford.
“The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose, new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes.” G K Chesterton
Indeed, it is not a new year that is needed, but a new way of living the small moments that collect, collide, and coalesce into the larger collage of time we designate as a year.
New eyes – to see the wonder of the ordinary, to understand the significance of the mundane, to know the profoundness of simplicity…
New ears – to perceive truth when lies seem more credible, to attune to quietness when the noise of living deafens, to discern wisdom when uncertainty mires me in the crossroads…
New feet – to walk softly alongside the broken, to tread expectantly upon the ancient paths, to run and not be weary…
New hands – to release rather than clench, to cradle rather than crush, to reach out rather than withdraw…
A new heart – to pulse life in spite of the gaping holes left by death, to stay in sync with God’s heart instead of sliding into discouragement’s arrhythmia, to remain tender and malleable rather than retreating into the stony protection offered by a myriad of hurts…
And all of these things:
Eucharisteo. With gratitude.
Coram Deo. Before the face of God, the Audience of One.
Sola gratia. By grace alone.