betwixt and between

At the moment I write this, there are just over three hours left in 2017. What does that even mean? A literal take is just that. In 3 hours, 25 minutes we end one year and begin another.

So how does this feel? Is there anything to feel? Seems to me it’s more symbolic than a physical feeling. More of an unseen traversing of time.

I know it’s often tempting to say something like “I’m so glad such-and-such year is over!” Or, “I can’t wait for 2018 because there is hope for a better year”. How are better years measured? What does it mean to hope for a better year?

These words come to mind: Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1.

I believe having faith is essential when facing a new year- a new day- a new beginning. And that’s what it is for me, a new walk, a new path. The slate is not quite wiped clean, actually not at all. But opportunity and promise must be seen as the clock ticks: 23:59; 24:00; 1:01. And most certainly, I will look to see what God has in store for me.

New Year Resolve

“The time has come
To stop allowing the clutter
To clutter my mind
Like dirty snow,
Shove it off and find
Clear time, clear water.

Time for a change,
Let silence in like a cat
Who has sat at my door
Neither wild nor strange
Hoping for food from my store
And shivering on the mat.

Let silence in.
She will rarely speak or mew,
She will sleep on my bed
And all I have ever been
Either false or true
Will live again in my head.

For it is now or not
As old age silts the stream,
To shove away the clutter,
To untie every knot,
To take the time to dream,
To come back to still water.” May Sarton