Pulling down my old calendar and putting up the new one came with no small sense of relief. Ahh. It's over.
2013 feels a bit like a pile of rubble.
Just ... junk. Useless. Dust.
But - hope for 2014?
Heart of fear, take courage in grace, take hope in thankfulness.
I know Someone who takes dust into His good hands and makes beautiful things.
He took dust and made humanity.
He took a valley of dry bones and made them live.
He took a barren womb and filled it with a baby.
He took a little boy's lunch and turned it into a feast.
He took a bloody cross and turned it into the door of Heaven.
He exchanges death for life.
He makes beautiful things out of the dust.
Go forward with hope, friends.