The New Year wears hope like a fragrance. The scent, tender, young, sweet, carries in on the wind, and carries me.
So I watch it come, this first day of the first month of a brand new year, breaking over the horizon, breaking up through our jaded hopelessness. Just on the rim of our clean farm fields of white, a new time, fresh hope, dawns. Do these fields of unspoiled winter await new tracks, like an unfurled year awaiting new ways of being? Pristine and blue in morning light, this snow gives me pause. Before embarking into the pregnant hope of 2008, I think: which way will I step? What will be the path I choose across this stretching expanse of time?
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"[from] one of the most gifted writers I've ever read a book that'll challenge you & mess with you
in the most beautiful of ways..." Lysa Terkeurst, Proverbs 31 Ministries
