Standing here at the beginning of the new year, I feel wistful.
A tad, spent.
Maybe even a bit… jaded.
Partial light has come to uncover a touch of a longtime mystery, revealing NEVER-suspected secrets and making me question with sad heart– Is anyone trustworthy in this life, besides our God?
One poor decision on someone’s part, most likely out of immaturity at the time, but then gripped onto for a quarter century of all our adulthoods, robs everyone who cares of so much! Missed chapters in lives that may never truly be revisited… And all over petty grievances and misread words that now seem like so much wasted and vaporous smoke.
Beyond my window, days upon days, the sky is an overturned pewter bowl, sifting powdery specks of snow like fine-spun fairy sugar. It makes me want to hunker down within a peaceful snow globe, tuck into the arms of an inviting chair…take up a dream…feel that old sense of girl adventure within the pages of a cleverly written story.
So much so, that every time I pondered writing here, I’ve found myself turning instead to an old friend… the joy of a new-to-me book. My favorite this season has been stumbling upon a few historical fiction series each centering on a lady detective at that turn of 1900s and weaving truth I never knew of with imagination. Last jaunt to the library I had so many tomes toppling and tumbling about in my arms that the kindred spirit librarian offered me a bag to carry them!
What is it about mystery that hooks us all? Hallmark Movies and Mystery channel can attest to this curious bait as they spin one delicious woman detective tale after another in series upon popular series.
Sometimes it is the fun of trying to guess the who behind the whodunit ahead of the reveal… but most of the time I do seem to figure that out even in the most cleverly written pieces. No, more than the answer to the riddle, for me anyway, seems to be the enjoyment of the characters and their ways. Especially in the written form where I also delight in the lyrical or the humorous or witty juxtaposition of words that just make me smile or hope or dream…
As I ruminate on all this, it hits me that maybe we are attracted to mystery because life itself is one. We step into a new year with empty pages spread out before us… and wanting clues, maybe even seek the Holy Spirit for “A One-Word” message for the year. I’m not against that, but for some reason, have not fully embraced it the way so many here in the blogosphere have. This season I sense a calling of the Spirit not to try and choose just one word, but rather… to lean into HIS HOLY WORD for the living promise (or promises) He makes to leap within our spirits as we read them. If you have already chosen a ONE-Word, why not use that as a springboard to do a word study on that specific? For example… If your word is JOY, a concordance could lead you to wondrous revelation upon revelation of that fruit, and deeper Truth and Mystery He wants to sing over you this year.
Yes, as I stand here at the beginning of the year, I feel wistful. And I am beginning to feel a bit of the wistfulness of HIS Heart over us as He reverberates this promise within my spirit…
Your light shall break forth as the morning and
your health shall spring forth speedily.
~ Isaiah 58:8
Yea, Lord. After all this time… Speedily!
What Scripture Promise do you sense Him
dropping into your heart for your new year?
© Pam Depoyan
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