When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.
—1 Corinthians 13:11, NLT
These last few days,
putting away the tree,
finding a place for every
new trinket and gift, clearing
out some things well past
their usefulness, taking long
walks and deep breaths,
both a release of what
has been and a expectation
of knowing a new year
is coming and the rhythm
of life will reset, our
scheduled usual of work
and rest, and I am content
to settle back into routine.
These last few days
of vacation, as we count
down the days and then
hours before the Time Square
ball drop, I will begin
to develop some resolutions,
finalize those during the
Watch Night, right before
the year dawns, and in the
most meaningful way begin
to reduce my many things
into the simpler forms
of pure faith and honest
humility before the One
Who began it all.
—C.L. Fisher, December 2020
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