All Things New

In many ways, I am starting over. Beginning again. Stretching my wings back into the work force, looking for a new church home, mothering and managing exclusively school-aged children, laying down my ‘calling,’ searching for beauty and significance on a level deeper still.  All Things New: it sounds so fresh and clean and promising… until you get there… and there’s nothing. Yes, the emptiness is pregnant with promise. But it sure does echo. What now? How does one embrace a new season and let God do the filling? Is He trustworthy? I’d love to hear your thoughts. Mine come down to a song:

In an old farmhouse stripped down to the studs
I sit and mourn what my life was
You walk in the door with a big ole’ grin
And lay out your plans for beginning again

I don’t understand
I dare not look you in the eyes
But the light is shining bright
through the panes, through the panes

All things new
All things new
I say yes to
All things new
Build me up into Your ways, not mine
I say yes to
all things new

This new old house is filled with emptiness
But You’re not scared of the long process
What is there to do but sit in your lap
Wrapped up in your love ‘til I believe it

I still don’t understand
But now I look you in the eyes
And the light is shining bright
From your face, from your face

All things new
All things new
I say yes to
All things new
Build me up into Your ways, not mine
I say yes to
all things new

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