As it was the year before, the herald of a new year meant it was time for me to face the contents of my "annual jar." I was terrified to revisit what I thought would be a reopening of wounds that never healed; reminders of a seared spirit, failed resolve and crushed ambition.
Instead, what met me in my fear was grace upon grace. Every sting had been met with unreserved mercy and every loss with undeserved opportunity. The effects of 2016 still reverberate but I look forward to new mercies in 2017, knowing that my burdens are carried by One whose strength I will continue to depend on and draw from, despite ongoing tensions as I try to grasp the magnitude between striving and yielding, servanthood and inheritance, Creator and created.
The 2016 jar is the photo above is set against the backdrop of an embroidered tus kii. Found in Kazakh gers, also known as yurts, of western Mongolia, the tapestry design is purposely left unfinished to signify that life, for all its tragedy and beauty, continues regardless. May today mark the beginning of renewed focus, of not holding back, for free falling.
...but as for me, and my household, we will serve the Lord.