He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”
We seem to be hardwired as people to crave a second chance, an opportunity to wipe the slate clean and begin writing anew the things we want recorded about our lives.
There's really nothing magical about a clock ticking over from 11:59pm to 12:00am. But it feels different all the same. To see a number of a year click from one designation to a new one. It speaks to a fresh page.
We write resolutions, make promises to ourselves, think about the things that are working in our lives and the things that need to change. We start out full of resolve, counting our calories, recording our workouts, referring to our goals, talking a little more nicely, cleaning up a little more thoroughly.
But somewhere in the weeks following the flip of the calendar year, we most often settle back into old ways and old habits. And a year flies by. And we find ourselves with the same set of resolutions and wavering resolve again unfulfilled.
But just as we celebrate Christ as the Christmas Child, He is also Baby New Year. And He is willing to create a fresh page for us every morning, mercies flowing fresh again. Every day.
So I'll make my resolutions and my lists and my wishes. I'll be diligent for a while. I'll make some progress. And then, somewhere in February, if tradition holds, I'll misplace the list, let the negativity slip, skip a workout. And I'll feel like throwing in the towel.
But this year I resolve to remember. To remember a fascinating, beautiful feature of our Lord. At any point of any day at any time, He allows me to call out "New Year". He hands me a fresh blank page. And bids me to write, to scribble a new day in the ink of His mercy and freshness. And I don't have to wait for a specific day on a calendar at the end of the year.