Dear New Year,
Three hundred sixty five days you offer me, clean, white and pure. Days to paint pictures, create memories, and store up treasures.
May I take time each day for building my own self-worth. The quiet time of communion with my Saviour. The mini-vacation snatched here and there, to enjoy a bird's song, slide down the hill with the children, enjoy the laughter of a little one and stand in awe at the beauty of a sunset.
May I be alert to the inner deeper needs of my family. To offer lavish praise and deep love. I need to remember that a happy home is a place where we are fed three meals a day, but the heart gets a thousand. Love—how magnificent you are.
Remember the old time family picnics. Help me to pack a lunch and make the day a picnic. How about an early morning breakfast or a sunset supper? Or turning Sabbath trips to the other church into a quiet meal beside the big maple tree after the service. Life is meant to be a joy. In this my brand new year may I remember to take time for the little needs of life.
It is the little things which reveal the chapters of the heart.
It is the little attentions, the numerous small incidents and simple courtesies of life, that make up the sum of life's happiness.
—Adventist Home page 109
Each day of this new year we are one day closer to Christ's return. While we are waiting for Jesus we can do as John Wesley admonished:
Do all the good you can,
By all the means you can,
In all the ways you can,
In all the places you can,
At all the times you can,
To all the people you can,
As long as we can.
