Every New Year carries me farther from my loss. I couldn’t wait for the first one. The second one kinda came and went without fanfare because I was busy moving. Yesterday I had a good day. I met friends for coffee, visited with my “substitute mom”, wandered the little shops in town, treated myself to a nice dinner at a restaurant I’d never tried, then soaked in the new Iron Mountain Hot Springs. I was a noodle by 6:30 and headed home. I tried to go to the cemetery on my way to the house where I’m staying, and I almost got stuck in the snow. I managed to get out and get to my brother/friend’s house. Greg eats healthy and has NO junk food in the house and I really wanted ice cream. Sigh. So, I set to contemplating letting go of 2015 and embracing 2016.

A New Year is like a new box of crayons. The big box with the built in sharpener. The labels are all intact. The tips are not broken. The colors haven’t rubbed off on each other. You just want to sit there and look at them and breathe in that new-box-of-crayon smell. Infinite possibilities.

How will you color YOUR New Year?

❤️

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”

2 Corinthians 5:17 NIV