It’s New Year’s Day, and maybe it’s just me, but the passing of another year is always bittersweet. I’m so thankful for the time I’ve had, but somewhere in my soul is the cry, “Am I missing it?” I have written much about searching for who God created me to be and not knowing my place now that my children are grown and as I’ve moved away from my entire family. And yet I sense this is only the beginning of what the Lord has for me. As I prayed this out, I heard the words, “Come with me and be my love.” I searched the Scriptures and was led to Song of Solomon 2:10-13:
My beloved spoke to me and said, “Arise my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth, the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in the land. The fig tree forms its early fruit; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me.”
And I know this is my word from Jesus for 2016. For He is THE answer. He is the only one who can quiet the unrest, the longing, the ache. In repentance and rest is your salvation; in quietness and trust is your strength. Unless our eyes are fixed on Jesus, there is only the grasping of what we can find here to fill us. There is a desperation to find our next “fix” whether it’s food or entertainment or Facebook, where we sometimes “put ourselves out there,” hoping to be affirmed by the “likes” and the comments, so that the ache will be assuaged for a moment.
We were created by God to need Him, and the enemy of our souls knows it. And so we are bombarded with temptations and lies to buy into, so that for a brief moment, we can feel alive. But that’s just it–it’s only for a moment. For the world and its lusts are passing away, but my Word will never pass away.
Lord, help me. Yes, I want to come with you. I know you have saved me for eternity, but I need to be with you now. There is no one else who can give me life here. Let me hear your voice over the din and clamor of this world. Jesus, I don’t want to miss you now, here, in 2016. I sat with my mother through the night when her life slipped away, so honored to witness her passing, but seeing the finality of life here on earth. I have buried a husband, seeing all that consumed him vanish in a moment. To be near my last breath and know that I have missed you is my greatest fear.
But He gives us more grace. “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one. Come with me!” Jesus, help me come! Thank you for the new year. Help all of us, those who are called by your name, to come. Amen.