Thank Heavens! We have no fun –packed photos of our New Year’s Eve celebrations. Not that we have ever overdone December 31. No, some sort of bug bit and flattened us both.
It’s been a while since I’ve lived through the indignities of such a bug.
When some symptoms collided with a slowly moving body . . . I realized new impetus to arrow prayers.
What a way to end 2017 . . . but hey, I am awake this morning and drinking coffee. How bad can that be?
One of my grandchildren summed up their gratitude the next morning after a woeful bout with a similar bug. She emerged from her bedroom, her face lit up and declaring, “Nothing hurts in my whole body!”
New Year’s Eve 2017 then was a reminder to start 2018 with praises for simple gifts: like being upright and functioning albeit a wee-bit wobbly.
Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go. ~Author Unknown
And, I am well enough to unwrap my new journal and contemplate its neat blank pages; quite different from last year’s record!
So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it. ~ Harold Acton
Last year, I chose a verse to remind me in 2017 no matter how rocky the days, the Lord is steadfast. This year Isaiah 41:13 reminds the infinite Lord’s support is personal.
“For I am the Lord your God, who upholds your right hand,
Who says to you, ‘Do not fear, I will help you.’”
It reminds me of a song that I used to sing long before I knew Him: Put Your Hand in the Hand of the Hand of the Man who Stilled the Water. Are you up to singing? I almost am.
Love to you and yours! A Happy New Year. May all your bugs be brief with no photos!