A letter

Out with the old…and morning cravings.

In Teaneck Winter on January 3, 2015 at 6:55 am

Twenty Fifteen.  Can’t believe it, and could hardly wait for it.  I have many good reasons to be excited about 2015, but it’s not as if 2014 was a dark hole, although there were some long dark spaces for sure.  Not sure why my craving for this particular new year was so ravenous.  I almost felt giddy about it.  There is just something about newness.  Something so exhilarating and liberating.  Something so clean and fresh. A palate cleanse; A window washing of the soul.  I think I was craving it because I needed it so badly.  As you know, this last chapter of our lives has been raw and taxing and life’s residue has felt thick.  The cavern between what I want to be and who I really am is large, and the distance left to travel towards dreams and goals seems endless and unknown.  I guess this is why I welcomed NEW with open arms, because I needed it.

Three days into this beautiful new year looking for newness with wide eyes, I am realizing that what I so desperately wanted has been available for quite some time. It’s a reset button I push on occasion. I didn’t have to wait until January 1st for the freedom I was craving. “His Mercies are new every morning.”  New mercies every morning?  How is it that I know about this and so seldom access it and embrace it and let it change me.  How often have I waited for the new year, or re-locating, or starting a new job, et cetera, as an excuse or ticket for a fresh start? How often do I actually open this this gift?  Not often enough, I can tell you that.  How often do I awake to His goodness, and mercy allowing it to wash me?  How often do I let it bridge that gap between what I want to be and who I really am?  Definitely not 365 days a year.  And, I can tell you one thing, that is going to change.

New years do bring about something new, but so does Jesus, daily, if I let Him.  I think that is what 2015 is going to be all about.  Opening his mercies daily.

Love and miss you dearly,



I’m going to attempt writing you more this year.  I know, I know, you’ll wait with bated breath.


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