It’s New Years Day…
As i have written about before, this time of year is important for me because it feels like a fresh start.
I need fresh starts. I like mornings and Sundays for the same reason, but the New Year feels more significant.
A year is a marker. its like a bookmark that big events get attached to.
As I look back on my life, it is in terms of what happened in specific years:
- I was born in 1971
- I went to school in 1976.
- I graduated in 1989 and went to Broken Hill.
- I graduated from Fusion’s training in 1992
- I was married in 1994
- We had our first child in 1995
- We took over the Sydney Olympic Stadium for the Global March for Jesus in 2000
- We moved to Victoria in 2005
- Fusion hit a crisis in 2009
- We moved back to Poatina in 2010
- My book was launched and we moved to Canada in 2012
- I started working with a church in 2013
I spent some time yesterday reviewing the things that I will forever associate with 2015. i came up with a couple of pages of dot points of things that happened during the past 12 months. From graduating with my Masters, to starting to wear glasses, to having my daughter serve in Jamaica for 6 months, it was a big year. There was something helpful about writing it all down.
Over the past week I read Making it all Work by David Allen. He writes about doing a similar process and how “this stock-taking provides a refreshing sense of completion and acknowledgement.” Its true it does.
It’s nice to close a chapter and say “that’s done.” The ups and the downs, the pain and the joy, the learning and the avoiding. Its done and its time for a new chapter. 2015 is done. 2016 is dawning.
One of my favourite passages is from the book of Lamentations chapter 3:
22 Because of the Lord ’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
(Lamentations 3:22-23 NIV)
I tend to be a little idealistic at this time of year. I haven’t yet got stuck in the ways I’m going to get stuck. I haven’t yet avoided the truths I’m going to want to avoid, and I haven’t yet been hurt in the ways I am going to be hurt.
It is comforting to know though, that God knows what 2016 means for me already, and because of who He is, nothing that is coming this year has to consume me. No matter how stupid I get or how much I am hurt or hurt others, he will still love me. His compassions will be new every morning, every week, every month and every year.
I don’t yet know what I will remember 2016 for, but I do know I’m not in it alone.