Another year has passed, a year painful to remember yet impossible to forget. A year when last my mother breathed, when last I embraced her, heard her voice, saw her face. The last year any of those things would ever take place in my life.
The new year dawned with her birthday. She would have been 60. Every new year will make it impossible to forget, as if I could, as if I wanted to. I will never forget the life with which my own was so connected.
We don’t forget what we’ve gone through, the pastor said on Sunday. Remember God’s goodness and faithfulness, what He taught you in difficult circumstances.
But, he said, we need fresh words for today. Fresh hope. And in this new year, he encouraged us to anticipate something new in our relationship with Him, in our experience of Him.
And so I do, remembering a favorite verse: But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in You. (Psalm 39:7)
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It is You I anticipate, You I expect—
Your character again my experience,
over and over,
desired, revealed, delightful.
You
are the life in death,
the wholeness from the brokenness,
the new thing
from the old.
I remember You, O Grace—
embracer of tears,
kind to the downcast heart,
enduring in love.
I remember those arms
everlasting
enabling, carrying, strengthening
the one weak with sorrow,
the one weakened still.
I anticipate You
more than circumstances, more than the dawn,
Sovereign One—
meet me.
Walk with me.
Speak Your heart
as I speak mine.
Let us exchange words,
poems,
let me offer praise
increasingly
that it may grow to become
unceasing,
that Your glory may flow
between You and me,
my life a
remembrance
of Your faithfulness, an
anticipation
of seeing Your face in the lifetime to come.
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