Monday, March 14, 2022

Dear God,

Old habits, nasty, old habits steal my peace and my joy.  Yet, who can I blame but myself?

When certain things happen, I fall back to the old ways.  I am very familiar with them.  I have kept them alive for decades, so I am on a first-name basis.  At the same time, I hate them.  I hate awakening them in times of conflict.  I know them so well, so very, very well.

Your promise of reshaping your people into a new creation is ever-present.  I love the idea of being made new and at times I am.  When I overcome situations by acting in new, healthy and meaningful ways, I know I am the new creation you talk about.  I like myself as newly made.  I love that your hand is at work in my life.  I love that I trust you to help and guide me in new ways.

I live in the middle, O God, the middle where I have choices who I will be in moments of difficulty.  Oh, how I want to always follow your invitation.

I am old

and new,

dear God.

I want

the old

to depart

from me.

I want 

to trust

in your love

to be enough.

Show me

the way

once again,

I pray.

Love, Andrea