I’ve never been one to jump with two feet into a new year. I don’t even take giant steps boldly into the future. Let me tip toe into it with baby steps, slightly fearful and hopeful not to awaken a giant of bad luck. And, I don’t even believe in luck.
But, as confident as I am of a Sovereign God Who is in control of the minute details of my life, with the beginning of each year I come face to face with my own mortality, even more sobering, with the mortality of those I love with all my heart. What I clench in my tight fists, I must by God’s grace, unleash.
Opening my hands is a challenge. It requires a submitted heart and confirms faith in a trustworthy Savior.
A new season is balanced by a healthy release of the old…