Poor 2020. It started out great. Such an auspicious set of numbers, suggesting perfect vision, the doubling of multiples of fours and fives… And now one of the most loathed years in history, when it seemed that everything that could go wrong, did. Repeatedly.
We do know, don’t we, that it’s not 2020’s fault? And yet, what rejoicing, even relief we feel with the turn of that calendar, and the first writing of “2021.”
As we savor the hopes of this new year, this new set of 52 weeks and 365 days, here are some wishes for you and for me:
That we work no more than we rest and play.
That we buy no more than we need.
That we give away more than we think we can.
That we open ourselves to the discomfort of relationship with people who think differently than we do.
That we come into deeper relationship with the natural world, cherishing and protecting its life.
That we learn to expect blessing from a God who lavishes love on us.
That we deepen our essential relationship with Jesus/Y’shua, who makes God’s love real for us.
That we allow the Spirit of God/Y’shua to truly empower us to believe and do more than we can ask or imagine.
We do not know what 2021 holds, but we do know that if our sense of well-being rests in our relationship with the living God, and not in our circumstances on a given day, it will be a year of grace and the peace that defies understanding. And then we will be agents of that peace.
I wish you a Happy, Hopeful New Year!
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