It is a quiet New Year’s morning. The house is still. Two children remain in the bed, my husband and my other two children enjoying (enduring?) a traditional New Year’s forty mile bicycle ride. Me, I’m still moving slowly, unable to yet recover from the madness that is December as we know it. I am glad for the week between Christmas and New Year’s, for the opportunity to (finally!) rest, recuperate, reflect.
2010. Can it be? I told someone yesterday that I never really grew accustomed to writing “2008” and now it’s 2010? Does anyone else wish for a pause button?
I haven’t spent the entire week on the sofa (almost but not entirely). I did spend most of the day Wednesday taking down our Christmas decorations (almost but not entirely). While I had everything torn down and out of place anyway, I decided why not go ahead and vacuum and mop under the sofas and in the corners? I don’t know what got into me. I’m sure it’s only a phase and will indeed pass. It always does.
I also decided to move my husband’s grandmother’s cedar chest downstairs into our den. To make the moving a little easier and a little lighter, I emptied the contents and found myself in the middle of an Amy Grant song: Down on my knees, lifetimes of boxes timeless to me. Letters and photographs yellowed with years, some bringing laughter, some bringing tears. Except there weren’t any boxes nor letters or photographs but rather clothes and various mementos from my boys’ babyhoods. Calendars marking their first year of life, tiny little blue outfits worn home from the hospital, blankets hand crocheted in love (but not by me). One of my favorites: a blue tank top worn and faded with the number 5 on front and back. It was my second son’s “basketball shirt” he wore every. single. day. when he was maybe 3 or 4. It was so tiny!
It seems like forever ago. It seems like yesterday. I miss it so much, my boys being little. I didn’t know how fast time would pass. I didn’t realize that just like that I would one day wake up to the year 2010. And so I have. I may wish for 1999–and I do indeed cherish those memories, they are just like Amy says, heirlooms to me–but the reality is that this is the day the Lord has made: New Year’s Day, January 1, 2010.
So today I will cook blackeyed peas and cornbread. I will watch football. I will print out brand new bookmarks for my Bible reading plan. I will turn the page from 2009 and look ahead to 2010. I will remember with gratitude and humility the Lord’s innumerable faithfulnesses and blessings to me and I will eagerly anticipate the immeasurably more He will accomplish.
Here at the start of the new year, I want to number my days and gain a heart of wisdom. I want to make the most of my time, looking carefully as I walk, not as unwise but wise. I want to proclaim the riches of the glory of God found in Christ. I want to say with Paul that for me, to live is Christ. He is everything. He is all.