A new year.
A blank page.
A fresh start.
2016 has been an eventful year - My sister's wedding, a long summer in Norway (1, 2, 3, 4), the news of our impending arrival, a huge building project, living with Mum and Dad - it's been busy and it's been hectic and it's been chaotic, to say the least.
And with the start of a new year, comes a deep-breathed sigh of relief... A purposeful and intentional exhalation. Today we move back to our own home; January stretches before us, quiet and uneventful, a month for recovering, recuperating and hibernating; a month for reflecting and planning, dreaming up new dreams and hopes and adventures to be had.
It always feels the same, the month of January, full of hope and promise and expectation... And yet, with each year's triumphs and joys, come the heartaches, the challenges, the unexpected sorrows and the long-endured struggles... And the realisation, that even the best laid plans are thwarted, and the highest hopes are dashed.
And in all the highs and lows and rollercoasters that lay before us in 2017, we can be assured of one thing, friends... Our Heavenly Father remains firm, steadfast, certain. Unchanging and immovable in all the turbulences and tempests of life. He will stay faithful to his promises... His glory will shine with us at the highest peaks of the mountains of joy, and his presence will walk with us, carrying us through the darkest valleys.
Whatever comes, he is faithful.
What hope there is in Christ. What certainty in an uncertain world.
Hallelujah... And happy new year. X