As a new life unfolds for each of us…we have to be grateful that we confronted those challenges; that we were once present.

As a new life unfolds for each of us…we have to be grateful that we confronted those challenges; that we were once present.

2007 has been certainly a year of issues concerning the intents of the heart and character. I comprehend we have all been blessed in numerous ways that I for one even overlooked the source of those blessings. Many at times we fall under that category and most often we presume that we can be what we desire and what we are without Him. I suppose I have misunderstood the disposition of life itself.

Crumbled Hope

I succumbed to the days and nights that erred me. My number one priority became the second and vice versa. I was in a world that wouldn't go down with me. Silly how we think we are truly our own inspirations. Time and time and I would go again; it keeps coming back to me. How I contemplated on a furnished dream that was now a shredded and crumbled memory.

I snoozed at the corners of the walls, yearning for a rescuing hand. My heart sank as I laid in despair and improvised. Darkness was merely a space without love. I was dying in my worlds within.

I curled behind locked doors and tears of dissatisfaction and agony were whispered in the stillness of the night. I laid awake and contemplated on the undoubted expectations of the dusk.

What should I anticipate myself to put up with? That was the least of my expectations. Silence tenderly took over from my thoughts and almost immediately I was slumbering on the brink of serenity. I was out of harm's way in my world as long as my intellect was at rest with me.

The Stranger

Should I run? Run, run, run, and I would keep running for eternity. My body throbbed in anguish. I gazed at a stranger staring back at me. Who was this woman? She is not recognized anymore by the merely one person who she assumed she identified. The displaced face and alien smile seemed ages to disregard. Only a beam of light that glistened from the ceiling was all that was left for me to see.

I am me, I love me and sure enough life has got a grip on me now. I am not letting resentment distract me from my focus. Every life, even the tiniest is worth sorting out.

A Glance back

As I evolve into the New Year, I glimpsed over my shoulders now and grapple what had occurred surrounded by a very inadequate period of time.

The last year has indisputably taught us all well. We were elevated for yet another challenging year. It never halts; undoubtedly keeps us equipped for tougher times ahead. Ceaseless we strive for an enhanced life and superior accomplishments.

A new Hope

But I would still contest if someone was never in all of these. The author of it all! I rest assured in His interminable agape love. For I'm convinced that neither death nor life can separate me from the love that Christ has for me. Here is the mystery: The path of joy runs straight through the heart of pain and suffering. Faith, at the very least, asks us to believe this: The path to heaven runs though suffering. Through the sorrow of the word, through that certain fog of doubt and pain, we have faith: sure of what we hope for, certain of what we do not see. God is love. God is in control. God will wipe away every tear and replace it with a river of joy.

I believe that this year will be one heaven of a year, so let us make the best of it and face all the challenges with hope and faith in the Lord.