Turn the Page

My favorite page in the calendar is January. Somehow, just the turning of it arouses new hopes and dreams. Does it work that way for you?

This year was no different. After the hoopla of the holiday season, I found myself at the bottom looking for light at the top.

We took the RV to southern California on December 21. Our daughter Janae and her husband Eric live there. They have been married less than two years, and we were glad to spend time with them. I forgot that it rains a lot in California during the winter. It was cold and damp. I came down with bronchitis on Christmas day. Then it began to rain. Continuously. The roof of the trailer leaked. We came home early.

Happy New Year.

We drove straight home to Arizona on New Year’s Day after attending church. Then we spent another day unpacking the trailer and putting it in storage. On day three of the New Year, I turned the page and began to dream of things to come. Do you dream? In the daytime?

I hope so. Without a dream, a hope of things to come, every New Year becomes a repeat of the old year. A dream runs deeper than resolutions, which are made to be broken. Dorothy Heller wrote a rhyme some years ago, and it really fits here.

I spent a fortune on a trampoline,
A stationary bike, and a rowing machine
Complete with gadgets to read my pulse,
And gadgets to prove my progress results,
And others to show the miles I’ve charted—
But they left off the gadget to get me started!

We need dreams, not gadgets.

Ask God for a dream. The best dreams always start with Him. Ask the One who made you to change your heart and open your eyes. Ask permission to see your life through His eyes. Then, turn the page. You’ll be glad you did.