I usually spend most of January tying up loose ends from the
year that’s past, and preparing for the year ahead. I try to include a few days
away from the domestic daily routine, the phone and other intrusions, so that I
feel rested when February starts. By then I have my diary for the new year
sorted. I’ve scheduled and planned for various
events, social and family functions, speaking engagements, projects, trips away.
I have some personal goals for the year, including what I want to accomplish in
my writing and what areas of spiritual growth I need to focus on.
(I’m sure I’m not the only one who likes order, who plans,
sets new year resolutions and goals, so I’m assuming at least some of you are
identifying with this.)
However, with the arrival of February this year, and much of
the above set out as usual, I still found myself still carrying a heaviness
from some losses and struggles from last year. I’ve been wondering if I’m
really ready for 2014, despite my planning. As I’ve reflected on this, God has
graciously reminded me of what I most need.
A few years ago I was greatly impacted by the wonder of new
life after darkness and devastation. It was during January of 2001 that I
visited our church conference and camping site after fires had swept through
and ravaged the buildings and grounds. I was so struck by the sight of new
growth that I took a roll of film – bright green shoots of grasses and shrubs,
pink leaves from the blackness of charred trees – all wondrous signs of what God
brings from death and destruction, yes, even in plant life. His wonderful
creation. His marvellous power. There for me to be overwhelmed by. I remember
that year I began February with a sense of awe and expectation, assured that whatever had been or was to come, God would be doing something beautiful.
The following is taken from one of Richard Rohr’s daily
readings. It’s a prayer offered by one of his colleagues at the Living School for Action and Contemplation:
May each of us be so fortunate as to be overtaken by God
in the midst of little things. May we each be so blessed as to be finished off
by God, swooping down from above or welling up from beneath, to extinguish the
illusion of separateness that perpetuates our fears. May we, in having our
illusory, separate self slain by God, be born into a new and true awareness of
who we really are: one with God forever. May we continue on in this true
awareness, seeing in each and every little thing we see the fullness of God’s
presence in our lives. May we also be someone in whose presence others are
better able to recognize God’s presence in their lives, so that they, too,
might know the freedom of the children of God.
These reminders have swept through my heaviness and lifted me
to a place where I can surrender all my plans, goals, aspirations and struggles
to Him who knows it all and has plans for my year which are above and beyond
anything I can conceive or even imagine, and who also has a much bigger plan for His whole creation,
which is so much greater than anything that happens in our daily lives on earth. This is a much better perspective for
me to go into 2014 with. I hope any of
you who are finding it difficult to get into the work of this year, will find
this encouraging. Carol Preston
Carol writes historical novels based on her family ancestry
in Australia and include the Turning the Tide series; Mary’s Guardian, Charlotte’s
Angel, Tangled Secrets and Truly Free. Her earlier novel Suzannah’s Gold has
been re-released by EBP and will soon be followed by the re-release of its
sequel Rebecca’s Dream. You can see more about Carol and her novels on her
website or her FB author page.
Her
novels can be found at EBP www.evenbeforepublishing.com
Or
Amazon www.amazon.com/author/carolpreston
