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Happy New Year!


New.  Morning light.  Hot, strong coffee.  Steamy showers with fresh clothes.  The smell of new carpet.  Or new cars.  Or even better… the scent of brand new babies.  There is something intoxicating about starting fresh.  Newness grabs our senses and pulls us in.  It rejuvinates us and stirs up hope and motivation and ideas that were buried in the weight of yesterday.

Sometimes it’s not enough.  Sometimes even a new year and new goals and new prayer boards aren’t enough to slough off the heaviness or waken the dreams or mend the tears in the deep places of our hearts.  And if all we have are the mechanics of a new start, we find ourselves right back where we started.  

But God.  But Hope.  But Resurrection.  But the Promise.

He has promised us with the asking and the knocking He will come in and make all things new.  He will give us a new heart with new and right desires and He will put a new spirit within us.  And I have seen it.  When my heart was dead, His slow and steady breath brought life back again.  Where the dreams were gone and buried under so much pain and earth, He used the newness of a baby’s scent and slobbery kisses from heaven to work His healing.  


We are His hands and feet.  He brings the miracle.  Often through you.  This new year, this new decade let’s be open to seeing the miracle of life come… through our lips and our hands as we fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and the perfector of our faith. 

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