Saturday, January 8, 2011

the writing on my hand




Recently I did some reflecting on Advent and Christmas. I was reminded how I had surrendered to God regularly during Advent, and was left waiting with empty hands. I wondered what I was waiting to receive, and when that might be. Of course, I had to ask. The image came quickly and clearly, and in my mind I saw my hand with the word "new" written on it.

This has led me to search scriptures for God's promises of newness, and one of my favourites is Isaiah 43:19 where it says, "Forget about what's happened; don't keep going over old history. Be alert, be present. I'm about to do something brand-new. It's bursting out! Don't you see it? There it is! I'm making a road through the desert, rivers in the badlands."

And each day I try to remember to simply ask God "what's new?" and wait for his word for me that day. Even when a familiar word comes, it makes me wonder how God will make that word new for me on that day ... or at least someday.

What if we each started our day by asking God "what's new?"

-Candice