Happy New Year! We woke at 5:00 AM to a chirping smoke alarm.
(Why does this always happen in the dead of night?)
I’ve already failed on most of my 2018 “resolutions.” I didn’t get up early. I didn’t exercise. I’m tempted to eat leftover cinnamon rolls for breakfast.
And I’m blaming it all on the smoke alarm. Because I’m tired. And couldn’t drag myself out of bed once I’d finally fallen back asleep.
Jeremy held me in the wee morning hours. And I thought about how I don’t know what 2018 may hold. And how I’m tempted to get all scared and choose fear instead of faith.
I’m tempted to forget that “His mercies never come to an end.”
Our family has chosen not to coast this new year. I don’t even know what that means.
My life already feels likes a roller coaster. And if that’s what coasting means, I may go ahead and get off now.
This morning there is one thing I do know…Nothing takes Him by surprise.
Not smoke alarms.
Not 2018’s that may prove anything but what we expected.
So we’re buckling the seat belt. Pulling down the arm bars. And raising our hands in expectation of His faithfulness.
“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” (Lamentations 3:22,23)