My name is Dawn.
A short name, only four letters.
Dawn was a popular name in the 60’s and 70’s.
The name means: sunrise, daybreak.
Maybe that is why I am so taken with the morning sky…
when the sun turns the darkness into beautiful streaks of pink and purple.
I quietly watch in anticipation as
a new beginning erupts across the horizon.
A chance to start anew.
Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. Isaiah 58:8 NIV
- It’s a new dawn it’s a new day. (brittnicole4414.wordpress.com)
- 2012 (orchidsandrain.wordpress.com)
- Today, I celebrate…a winter sunrise… (debh2u.wordpress.com)
Yesterday was the long drive back home. My family and I spent this past week visiting with relatives that live in another state. It was heartwarming, fun, and memories were made. Today will be the business of getting back into a routine, unpacking a weeks worth of clothes and starting laundry. I’ve already begun to think about this coming weekend and the beginning of a new year. These few days of the old, always seems to hold such promise. What will the new year bring? Excitement? Personal gain? Love? New friendships? Sadness? Tragedy? One just never knows. For me, the new year always holds excitement mixed with a little apprehension. It’s the not knowing that makes me pause.
I’m not much into New Years resolutions. I think they cause too much pressure. I’m the type to write goals out on a daily and weekly basis anyway.
I don’t require a big hooplah over resolutions. More than that, I think back on the year. What has happened? How did I react? Am I happy with the part I played in 2011? Would I like to make some changes? What worked and more importantly what didn’t?
This year I’ve learned the art of being thankful. I’m still learning…and, I suppose I will continue to learn the lessons of thankfulness until I take my last breath on this side of Heaven. One would think being thankful would be easier considering how much there is to be thankful for. Why is it that most of the time we see the holes in our lives, the less than, the lacking, the unfortunate….and we concentrate on those things? Why not focus on all that is good in life? Really, there is so very much. Thankfulness continues to be my goal as I begin a new year…not as a resolution that will fade from existence by the first of February…but, a resolve to see all the ways that I am blessed.
Image by Atomische • Tom Giebel via Flickr
The end of one year, the start of another. The possibilities, the choices, the opportunities.
In my life, I’ve been accused of thinking too much. I take this declaration with a grain of salt. Too much thinking? How is that possible? What is the result of thinking too much? Or not enough thinking? Or at all? I like to mull things over. Long after a conversation…I’m still going over the content of what was said.
I like to ponder what this new year will hold. I become contemplative during this time of year.
Each year brings new possibilities. Not because New Years Day is some sort of magic key, but because it is more like a door to the unknown. None of us really knows what will happen to us this year. We can have our plans, but many times life does not go as planned. Sometimes it careens off course. We end up on a road that we never intended to travel.
Sometimes things that seem “bad”, turn out to have lessons that are good for me. Other times I’ve made poor choices and I’ve suffered through the consequences of those choices. Sometimes it is a bitter pill to swallow. Yet, sometimes events happen that are completely out of my control. I could not have changed them even if I desperately wanted to. One just never knows how things will turn out.
We all hope for a good year, abet, even a great one! We all want joy in our lives. Moments that matter. The opportunity to make a positive difference. Fulfillment. Friendships. Love.
I can plan. I can make changes. I can try to be even more organized and productive. Ultimately, God is the one who chooses how this year will proceed. It is He that is sovereign. It is He that makes life interesting and worthwhile…and I can rest in that.