|“We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.”|
William Somerset Maugham
One year — 12 months — 52 weeks — 365 days — Cold crisp winter paints the landscape white, purple and blue while it glistens and shimmers through icicles and endless snowflakes in the sun’s light. Rain filled Spring blossoms as the melting mountain run off fills the once frozen land and all shades of green burst forth as does new life from the tiniest firefly to the grandest grizzly bear. The heat of Summer fills the air, flowers are in the fullness of their glory and the grand bald eagle can be seen soaring high above the mountain tops. Autumn delights with its brilliant golds, crimsons reds, vibrant oranges and the air is once again crisp and cool. Yes, a lot happens in 365 days.
One year — 12 months — 52 weeks — 365 days —A baby is born, breathes her first breath, opens her eyes and sees her loving mothers face for the first time. As she holds her close and counts every finger and every toe, a bond grows heart to heart that is truly inexplicable yet deeper and wider than almost any other love. A first smile, laugh, and babbling sounds change and shape the heart of her mother making it soften and soar. Soon she sits unassisted, plays more independently, recognizes other significant people in her life. Her personality developes and shines showing she is uniquely “her” delighting all. Soon she is standing, clinging to tables and chairs or holding her Mom’s hand as she takes those first timid steps towards walking. Yes, a lot happens in 365 days.
One year — 12 months — 52 weeks — 365 days — Since my life was forever changed. Day one darkness filled my life and a shadow of hopelessness pursued my heart with a vengeance. As it fought to consume me, everyday I cried, wept, sobbed and grieved the profound differences in me. However, just like the seasons that change every year, slowly grief and sorrow changed and a deeper hope and trust in God began to blossom within. Inexplicable faith has become alive in me, pushing the darkness away and filling my soul with joy in the midst of my sorrow. My shaky legs have become more stable, my fragile mind more sure. Just as a baby reaches out for support to take those first timid steps, I too have reached out and found the support of my loving Heavenly Father’s hands encouraging me to walk in freedom – freedom indeed. Yes, a lot happens in 365 days.
One year — 12 months — 52 weeks — 365 days — that started in the Valley of the Shadow of death and have ended surrounded by green pastures and still quiet waters for my soul. 365 days filled with God’s faithfulness and enduring love. 365 days never alone or forsaken. 365 days of experiencing God grace in tangible and beautiful ways. 365 days of coming to know Him more and more. 365 days of experiencing the truth of Psalm 36:5.
One year — 12 months — 52 weeks — 365 days — so much has happened in the past year. I am sure a lot more will happen through the next 365. I have learned however, there is a grand loveliness that comes with the changing from one year to another. Each new year brings new dreams, fresh starts, and the quest that hope deferred will finally turn to hope realized.
Today my “new year” begins when I mark the one year anniversary of the day when the nurse overdosed me changing my life forever. Tonight, I will dance and scream happy new year to the King of Kings. Because of the Lord Jesus, I can’t wait for the adventure of the next 365 and beyond!