Thoughts on the New Year

I look at the calendar with its clean, empty pages,

Each day blank with the promise of what could be

Or the fear of what could come.

Twelve months filled with unknown happiness

Or untold grief.

But for God, who holds the galaxies in His hand

And has written all our days in His book,

The calendar holds no fear or mystery.

In His mercy, He will walk with us

Each day until our journey ends.

And there in His eternal Kingdom

Calendars are no longer needed

Years have no meaning

And every moment is filled with the joy of

Worshipping in His glorious presence.

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