This year we welcome your arrival with New York. No waiting in the past to see how your first hour turns out before we take the leap.
But it's ok. I'm ready to welcome you, 2012. I think.
Your sister 2011's report card reads, "Not living up to potential."
She brought the change she promised but not the good kind.
Throughout 2011, the word I kept returning to was: faithful. Would I be faithful to the Lord even when life was less kind? Would God be true to the promise of His faithfulness?
Crossing into your realms, 2012, is an action of fear. An action of trust. A myriad of feelings. A juxtaposition of emotion. I am concerned about what you will bring.
Yet still I dare to hope. You bring with you new opportunities, renewed passions, and uncontainable excitement. While you may not look exactly like I would hope or anticipate, I step into you with confidence.
That's what I feel when I look to you, 2012. I hope for many of the same things as last year: a job, a boy, a future. But, above all, I hope for the Lord. I hope to seek and to see Him in the good, the bad, and the ugly. Through tears of joy and tears of pain, I want to gaze into the eyes of my Abba Father.
I hope to dwell in the shelter of the Most High, to rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I hope to be calmed with His love and be delighted with His songs.
I hope. In Him.
And that is enough.
"Yet I still dare to hope when I remember this: The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, 'The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in Him!'" Lamentations 3:21-24 NLT