The calendar reads January 1. The first day of a new year. 365 possibilities – of the uncharted, the unknown, await ahead. The cynic in me says what has been will always be, the endless repeat of yesterday, the merry go round of the past.
It is true, our days follow the same routine of sunset & sunrise and the necessary work of my life. But within the familiar framework of creation’s routine and the progression of ordinary time is where the moment of surprise awaits, of the unexpected breaking in of the divine plan, when an eternal perspective is glimpsed.
The chronic worrier in me says the next 365 days include unexpected twists and turns, enough “what ifs” to feed a whole army of anxieties. However, I look back at the 365 days of faithfulness of my heavenly Father and know that he will not change his ways, his nature or his promises that have been my help and support. I know he is sufficient for the 365 days to come. And his ways are never boring.