It was a mess back home a few hours before 2016 ended. Emotions ran high, crying ensued, and I kept saying in between sobs: “Are we really going to end 2016 this way?”
It could’ve ended that way. Each of us could’ve retreated to our own rooms, sulking and murmuring as the rest of the world celebrated the end of 2016 and the start of 2017. Our New Year’s Eve dinner could’ve gone cold, and we could’ve just slept the night away.
But it didn’t end that way. After everything was said and done, we found ourselves in our living room with our eyes shut and our hands clasped together, praying for the Lord to heal every hurt in our hearts and to use our family even more in 2017.
Suddenly, there was peace. And love, which has been there all along.
It was there when we tried to listen to each other, even though it’s always easier to walk away. It was there when we kept reminding each other that love “keeps no record of wrongs” (1 Corinthians 13:5), even though it’s always easier to find fault and to pass blame.
We could’ve hated each other’s guts; instead, we chose to love.
And that spelled the difference.
I praise God for new beginnings, and the many chances we’re given to try again.
Maybe we weren’t exactly the nicest person in 2016, and maybe we were mediocre in every aspect of our lives.
Maybe we could’ve done better, but didn’t, for fear of failure or rejection or change.
But you see, His mercies are new every morning. Every morning. Ponder on that. Let that sink in. Realize that only a good, good Father could be so gracious as to grant us the gift of new beginnings.
In Him, we can start over again, and this time, with more love to get us through messy fights and ugly crying.
My heart is full, because with Him in me, I can be sure of this: 2017 is going to be my year.