There’s been this undercurrent of weirdness running through my life recently. I can’t pinpoint any one thing; everything has just felt kind of “off.” Spiritually, I’ve felt like I’ve been slogging through chest-deep molasses, or maybe trying to push through a ceiling made from that stretchy, clear glue they use to hold stuff in gift baskets. Physically, I’ve been making a BUNCH of changes as I’ve heard God directing me, so it’s all good but not yet “the norm.” In the emotional and mental category, I’ve been learning how to deal with people with more grace, so you can imagine the types of individuals I’ve had too much contact with…this one is a work in progress. My exceptionally strong sense of justice and righteousness wants to tell it like it is. The push-and-pull can be tiring.
I guess, as far as years go, 2011 has not been a bad one, per se. Good things have happened. I finally finished my bachelor’s degree and graduated with a 4.0, then started grad school. I got to take a few trips and fall completely in love with another state (something I never in a million years anticipated). The hubby is playing music again and even got an upgraded cello. My son is advancing in karate and is a whiz-bang reader; he’s also growing spiritually by leaps and bounds. All three of us are, actually.
But bright spots do not a great year make. I’m very sensitive to the spiritual noise around me, and sometimes it’s difficult to shut it out or even to filter it. Maybe that’s why this year has felt so…cacophonous. There’s a lot of negative stuff going on in the world right now, both on a global level and closer to home. On the surface, many of the issues don’t seem to have a soon-coming resolution.
We’re about to go into a new year, and I, for one, want exactly that: a NEW year. I don’t want a rehash or continuation of the past. I want trembling, pale green new life to burst forth from the soil, defying the odds and blooming, bearing fruit. I want the windows flung wide, the corners swept out, and a fire burning oh-so-intensely on the hearth. I want blazing light in darkened places and the clarion call of justice where there has been the singsong taunt of wrongdoing. More than anything, I want to hear a new song being shouted from the rooftops – I want to add my voice to the chorus and not just move my lips silently because I think I can’t sing.
For all the noise, there have been promises, too. I believe that 2012 is a pivotal year, a crucial year, even. I’m not sure I can effectively communicate what I’m sensing, but I believe that the Lord has all kinds of plans for it. Obviously, people who don’t believe in God won’t accept this, but those of us who trust in Him should be searching out what He’s saying, and we should be lining ourselves up in agreement with His every word. We need to be singing that new song: He [has] put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will look on in awe and put their trust in ADONAI (Psalm 40:3, Complete Jewish Bible translation). <—- Do you see why? This new sound, this new song, is the sound of the Body finally growing up, growing together, becoming the great warrior she is. It IS our agreement with His will. It is the sound of identity, of unity, of victory.
So I ask, will you sing over 2012? Will you add your voice to the chorus, too? Even if you have previously only been silently moving your lips? You need to hear me: YOU have something to sing. YOUR VOICE is part of the sound.
Happy New Year, my friends.