New Year – New Thoughts || Reflections
Six months ago, to this very day, I stepped into our new home for the first time- and by first time, I mean just that. You see, with a husband living in a different state for a few months, conducting the house search on his own, I had only seen the space via FaceTime. Want to talk about a faith growing experience for a super particular, attention to detail perfectionist? I didn’t even fully understand the floor plan based on that super choppy cell phone adventure, so crossing the threshold on July 5th, was both exciting and terrifying all at the same time.
Yet, I knew that this house was the one the Lord had hand selected for our family. He had made that abundantly clear. So while there was so much unknown about this move, one thing was for sure- we could rest in the confidence that He had called us here and provided a place for us to make our own; a dwelling that even met all of our children’s desires (hello, basement and big back yard)!
The walls in this house have surely heard a lot over the past 6 months, as we’ve all adjusted to life in unfamiliar territory. Inevitably, there have been tears and stressful conversations; but mostly I hope that what sticks are all the prayers. The down on your knees kind. The ones offered up when we’ve each found ourselves in a quiet space, a closet, a room- and fallen down asking God to continue to make us brave, to continue guiding and directing our steps, to help us navigate with our children all of the emotional struggles of relocating. The prayers lifted up from under bed covers when tears were flooding down cheeks and hearts were simply broken.
They are powerful and over the past 6 months, surely those conversations with our Heavenly Father have sustained us; they have carried us day to day, from one new thing to the next.
They have reminded us that alone, we can do nothing- but WITH HIM and THROUGH HIM, we can, because He will. His Word and His Unfailing Love have brought comfort and peace in ways that we simply can not explain.
But in my distress I cried out to the Lord;
yes, I prayed to my God for help.
He heard me from his sanctuary;
my cry to him reached his ears.
And now, after a ten day Christmas break in Florida, coming back to Georgia oddly felt like coming home. We crossed over the threshold again, but this time it was different. We entered and breathed a sigh of relief to see and smell and walk into the familiar. Sure, there are days where we still wonder, days where we miss the old; but there’s a fresh sense of hope in our hearts. We’re looking forward to this new year, to adventures waiting to happen, to dreams that will be uncovered and friendships that will be fostered. We’re also expectantly waiting on the Lord to bring clarity to areas that need it and contentment when we long for what once was comfortable.
A new year.
A world of fresh possibilities.
Jesus, our prayer is that these next 12 months would honor You!
As you look ahead, what’s your prayer for the New Year?