Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things are passed away; behold all things have been made new. ~ II Corinthians 5:17
I’ve recently discovered that sometimes procrastination isn’t procrastination at all, but rather a Divine delay (not always, of course). I’ve experienced this phenomenon several times in recent weeks; the first time with the accompanying guilt associated with … procrastinating.
Imagine my delight when, as the deadline loomed ever nearer for a guest post on another blog and I had nothing written–nothing more than vague notion of what I intended to write. A smattering of notes and words and ideas. Then something happened as that deadline teased me, inching nearer. The very thing, the very topic about which I was to write–something, anything–landed in my lap. Acts of kindness— very tangible and very significant–were exhibited toward me. There, then, was my post. The words flowed, and I posted with a small breather to spare.
For me, this New Year began very differently from the 57 preceding weeks (technically, I suppose the first 3 or 4 weren’t so goal-oriented, with the intrinsic pressure to please and measure up). This year, for the first time in my adult recollection, I rest. I rest in Father’s arms, I rest in His promises, I rest in His goodness.
The past months for me have been, as my “word” for 2015 indicated, FORWARD. There were growth, movement, changes. Shift. Views I held about myself (of being insignificant, invisible ) from very nearly my first day, changed. (Caveat—Father laid years of foundation to bring this about, and in 1995, He brought me into the process.) 2015 was the year it really began to seep into my heart and soul. HE. LOVES. ME. I. AM. HIS. Nothing else matters because from that, all else flows.
So, the new beginning is rest (incidentally, not my word for 2016). Oh, how I intended to write a post for my personal blog on my goals and direction for the New Year, for 2016. To talk about my “word” for the year. (Note—I had never heard or thought of seeking a word for the year. I “happened” upon a Facebook post about someone’s word, and before I could even ask, Holy Spirit whispered to me “FORWARD.”) I did not write that post, still haven’t. And oddly enough, don’t feel the need to anymore.
My word for 2016 is INHABIT. I’m there, at my appointed place, in my domain where Father has placed me. That castle? I saw that in a vision a few years ago—then saw pictures of it online! I had no idea it was a literal place. It’s (the ruins of) Donnotar Castle in Scotland. And it’s EXACTLY as I saw in my vision.
So, along with rest and INHABIT is trust and knowing. I follow the good Shephard and I know His voice—I hear His voice over the clamor of the world. And when outside expectations fall on me, standards that don’t line up with what Father has for me, they roll off like the rain today, dripping from the roof. Not all is my battle to fight, my hurdle to jump, my wrong to right.
I rest in the knowledge of who I am and Whose I am, more so than ever before in my life. It’s an ongoing, perpetual journey for all of us. There are seasons of great and tumultuous—and painful—growth. And there are seasons of rest. Of calm and relative quiet. Of abiding.
And in this season, when I ask Him what he requires of me, He says, “write.” Doesn’t feel like work, doesn’t feel like battle, and it certainly doesn’t feel like Kingdom purpose. But that’s exactly what it is. It’s what He has purposed and planned for me to do.
Interesting that as I rest, I see His promises in a new light. Surgery I’ve needed for years is imminent, and I feel like Cinderella on the steps to the ball. It’s a dream come true. My life will be so different. New. Beginning. But this token is more than just a new knee, it holds the promise of so much more. Of ALL Father has for me. Because I’m resting. Because I’m positioned to receive.
So, new beginnings? Yeah, I’d say so. What’s new? Me. I’m new. Not changed, but who He created me to be in the beginning. Oh, and by the way, last minute-ish for this post too. It just sorta “fell out of me” today. Hmmm …
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was invisible. Or at least she wished she was….
“I once said I should write down all the story ideas in my head so someone could write them someday. I had no idea at the time that someone was me!
Ms. Mason has been writing since 1995, and began working in earnest on her debut novel, Tessa in 2013. She resides in the Upstate of South Carolina since 1988. She is currently working on Clara Bess, the sequel to Tessa, which will be released in November of this year.
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