When the Ball Drops

2009. Having fully recovered from the Christmas hoopla, I relish the thought of a brand new year. It arrives as an enormous present, ready to be unwrapped and enjoyed. What will it bring? No doubt, there will be both joys and heartaches.

For me, chances are good for a loss of muscle mass and an increase in body fat. One daughter will enter her senior year of college, the other her senior year of high school. According to eHarmony, it will be my year for love (but only if I purchase a minimum three month membership).

Beyond my tiny world, America will witness the swearing in of its first black president. Richard Gere and the Bionic Woman will turn sixty. On a somber note, there will be heavy bombing in the Gaza strip on New Year’s Day. More than fifteen MILLION children will ring in the New Year as AIDS orphans. The signs are ripe.

This brings me to my favorite New Year’s fantasy. What if 2009 is the year our Savior comes back to get us? What if this is the year we are caught up in the air to meet the One who loved us before time began? What if 2009 is the year we feast at the wedding supper of the Lamb?

When the clock strikes twelve tonight, I will be mapping out the inside of my eyelids. And I will be dreaming – not of sugarplums, but rather of our Lord’s return, of the day He will dry every tear, when sorrow and mourning will pass away, when the dwelling of God will be with men. With that thought, I wish you sweet dreams and a Happy New Year!

May you feel His grace today,
Gail W.

The last Word:
He who sits on the throne will spread His tent over them. Never again will they hunger. Never again will they thirst. The sun will not beat down upon them, nor any scorching heat. For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; He will lead them to springs of living water. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.
Revelation 7: 15-17, NIV.