It’s New Years Eve morning. Calvin and Elliott are with our church family this morning and I’m playing nurse at home for the remaining family members. Strep made a last minute stop at our house before the completion of 2017. (have to admit… it was nice getting that last ounce out of our deductible!)
Like everyone else we’ve been reflecting on 2017 this week: looking back at pictures, remarking on the physical and emotional growth in our kids and imaging what next year will look like. There have certainly been years when I welcomed the New Year heartily, grasping for some kind of marker to signal a fresh start. There were years that held disappointments, sickness or difficult trials. 2016 fell into that category as I dealt with illness and surgery, and as I’ve shared before I’m abundantly thankful for the growth that came out of that season. I’ve also developed a deep appreciation for the days I’m given. A day might be good, bad, extraordinary or ugly… but it’s still a God-given day that shouldn’t be wasted.
As we enter 2018 I have few resolutions to speak of… minus the usual clean-eating after baking a bit too much in December… but I AM resolved to remember that each day has great purpose. I’m convinced that if we watch and search for God’s purposes in each day, mundane or extraordinary, we will certainly find them. When our eyes are focused on finding our best life in His plan the surrounding battles and discomforts of life will pale in comparison.
1 Thesselonians 5:16-18
for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.