I first posted this several years ago in Germany. Watching the news today with forecasts of snow for much of the country has me wishing for some down here in my warm, southern nest. Enjoy.
I fell today. Hard.
Good intentions told me to walk the dog around the block. Like I do every morning. Good intentions always begin the morning. Even now, the day is new. The week is new, and the year is new. All outstretched with possibilities. Unmarred with mistakes and regrets.
Do you love new beginnings as I? Clean slates, blank calendar and journal pages stare back clean, unrecorded with my failings. Somehow along with the world, a fresh start makes me new and clean and beautiful.
Somehow on this 3rd day of a new month and year, I’m already behind with my good intentions.
You know those, the ones that we thought we’d have time to complete over the holidays to ready ourselves, homes, offspring for this new year. I’m already feeling the pressure to ‘catch up’, measure up, make up for my own blinding shortcomings, laziness, anxiety with wifehood, motherdom, friendships.
Just like He knows I screw up, that I did and WILL screw up. In my words, unreached goals, relationships, imperfections.
HE is the God of New Beginnings.