I love how it feels like a clean slate. An empty calendar.
Newly sharpened pencils at the ready.
A fresh new page to write on...
But what to write...
How am I going to fill this year?
With busyness and a hectic schedule that leaves no quiet time to rest and reflect? Being more Martha than Mary? No doubt that will get old fast.
Throw the pencil out and play it by ear? There's something to be said for spontaneity. A stretching I've never been comfortable with.
Plan out every day and hope there's still time for me? Judging from past years of experience, and as hard as I try, that seldom works in my favor.
There must be a balance to all we do.
A centering.
There's a reason it's called a well balanced life.
We humans are not whole unless we are balanced. The spirit, the soul and the body. Anything out of alignment and we feel wonky. We act wonky.
But how do we find that balance? Where is that fine line between too much and just right?
I've never been good at seeing that line. At balancing.
But I want to be better. I choose to be better.
There is, indeed, a time for every single thing under heaven as wise Solomon once observed. (Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Not my time for it. Not when I decide it fits into the schedule best.
The Creator's time. The Orchestrator of the universe. The One who has always had it all planned from before the beginning.
If I want to have a balanced life I have to ask Him what His timing is. The only way to hear it is to draw near. The only way to draw near is to spend time -- quiet, listening time -- with Him. Often.
Seeking His opinion. Asking.
What does He want me to do? Not what do I think is a good thing to do.
What do I know? I cannot see the whole tapestry He is weaving. Only a glimpse of the thread now and again... and sometimes the needle. (Proverbs 27:1)
When my canvas seems blank to me, I tend to fill it up with all the things I think are right.
Sometimes, the real beauty in the painting lies in the empty spaces between things.
You have to step back to see it. To understand it. Up close, you lose yourself in the details.
But the details aren't the whole picture.
God, help me step back and look for the beauty in the empty spaces this year.
The hollows and the shadows that bring out the brightness of the picture. That give depth and focus.
Let's choose to leave a few blank spaces in our story this year.
Let the light illuminate some of our shadows.
Drawing us closer. Deeper. Further up and further in.
Teach us to number our days and recognize how few they are; help us to spend them as we should. (Psalm 90:12)
Happy New Year.