More of the same...
A new start. more of the same... A fresh slate. more of the same... A blank page. more of the same... Don't misunderstand me. I cannot deny this God who gives new starts and fresh slates and new mercies moment by moment. I cannot deny His power that called this hopeless wretch out of a Walmart parking lot and into the LIGHT OF HIS LOVE. He's a God who changes and restores and takes my brokenness and makes something beyond new. Something wholly different... something striving for holy... I watch others celebrate a new year and a new season. And my heart is singing with them. God, You are holy, and You are doing a new thing, and You are wise, and You are good, and I trust You. But my heart knows... for me it is more of the same. One twitch of a number... a one turns to a two. And God tells me... more of the same. I expect that more...