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A new year has started.

Really, it’s just another year, like the 53 I already had. No big deal. And actually, it’s just another day, and then another. January 5th comes and goes, and isn’t much different than December 28th, or May 13th for that matter. Yet stepping into this new year has caused me to do a lot of pondering–partly because I love new beginnings, and partly because I so did not want to set myself up for failure. My mind is assaulted with hundreds of thoughts that have rushed in and they seek to occupy it, shape it, rule it.

I look at the empty calendar and it’s already filled in my head, from beginning to end. It resembles a cluttered table, and my chest feels tight just looking at it. I stand at the beginning, yet there is no more room. 

And the pressure rises from within the walls of my mind. I won’t be able to do it all. I can’t do it all. I don’t want to. How will I add more?

And the Word rises from with the depths of my spirit, ” For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (Ephesians 2:10)

And that settles all. Silly me! I wipe all the clutter off, and the table stands naked. Ready for Him to place His good works on there. The ones He intends for me to do. The ones that will bear fruit. I can let go of all the rest.

I look at the days empty of purpose and my mind has already filled them, from beginning to end, with goals, desires, dreams, accomplishments, victories… mixed with strong emotions of fear, excitement and discouragement, all jumbled together in a big messy knot. And my chest feels tight just staring at it. I stand at the beginning, and it’s already all messed up. 

And the pressure rises from within the walls of my soul. I can’t figure me out. I am just a loser. I don’t want to try anymore. How can I stop the cycle?

And the Word rises from with the depths of my spirit, “So teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12)

And that settles all. Silly me! I loosen the knot, and the twine is just one long string that can be directed wherever the owner desires. Ready for Him to lead me each day in the way that He pleases. The one He intends for me to take. The ones that will bear fruit. I can let go of all others.

So I take a deep, unhindered breath and I drop to my knees. I close my eyes and open my heart and consecrate the days, the works and the heart that is me to Him and Him alone, the author and perfector of it all.

I can let go of all the rest.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp 

one thousand#423 Wine and Cheese night! 

#422 Letting God settle me 

#421 Getting all the laundry done 

#420 A cold walk in the snow

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 HomeSDG,  Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing HomePlay Dates with GodMonday Musings, Hear it on SundayInspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s StoryInto the WordIn and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday, Titus2Tuesdays, ExtraordinayLessons from IvyDenise in BloomSweet BlessingsFaith Filled Friday, Finding Joy

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