So tomorrow is New Years Eve. When the clock strikes twelve and we ring in 2016, each of us has the chance to start afresh. We can’t wait to recreate ourselves, promising to be better, fitter, or more committed. Just like getting a brand new diary with fresh crisp pages that we cannot wait to fill in with our very best handwriting, we enter the New Year with heady expectation of promise and potential, filled with excitement and awe at the possibilities that 2016 might bring.
But while we are very good at welcoming the future, we are not so competent at forgetting the past.
Should old acquaintance be forgot… the old song sings of forgiveness and forward thinking not bitterness and reminiscing.
2015 has been something of a miraculous year for us personally as God has provided us with our very first home – something that was a physical impossibility for us in the natural but God ordained it and engineered it in the supernatural. My husband and I have grown hugely in our relationship with each other and with God as we have navigated new territory in pastoral care at our church Renewal, and I have been blessed with some of the very best friends that a girl could wish for. They truly are a support network like I have never known and we have shared laughter, tears and tantrums (our children’s!!) over the past 12 months.
However 2015 has also brought private pain, loss that has cut deep in to my heart, rocking my very core as I have questioned my identity and worth while struggling to hold onto things or people that no longer want to hold on to me.
I have had to lay down gifts for a season and pick up new batons, I have had to learn to hold things loosely and understand that God is working through each and every season for a reason.
I have had to accept that I am not in control, nor can I control others, I must leave them in the hands of my heavenly Father who loves them more than I will ever know and sees them in a way that I cannot right now.
So as I sit cross-legged on my sofa, tapping away onto my laptop while my hubby watches Top Gear, I am contemplating tomorrow evening as my little old clock strikes twelve and we commence that age old tradition of singing Auld Lang Syne. Will I truly be able to let go of the old acquaintance of abandonment? the despair of disappointment? the heartache of not being held? the wonder of what else I could do to make myself more worthy?
Then, once again I am rocked by the revelation that Jesus loves me just as I am.
That I don’t need to do or say anything to make Him love me more than He does right now.
And that the gifts He has placed within me will be grown in due course and give glory to God and God alone in His perfect timing.
I don’t know what you have been through in 2015, nor are facing for your future but I know this: My God has a plan for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.
Because of His love I urge you my friend to take a cup o’ kindness and not bitterness as you raise a glass to toast the New Year.
So why not let this years old acquaintances be truly forgotten and grab hold of the promises of prosperity, of hope, of love and of faith in your future.