The clock’s hands tremble at midnight,
as if they too feel the weight of time’s turning.
One breath, one heartbeat—
and the old year exhales its final sigh.
We stand at the threshold,
feet on the worn floorboards of yesterday,
eyes fixed on the bright doorway of tomorrow.
The air hums with possibility—
like unopened letters,
like seeds sleeping beneath winter soil.
The New Year is not just a date,
but a soft invitation:
to forgive what hurt,
to carry forward what healed,
to dream without apology.
In its first quiet hours,
the world feels tender,
as though it knows we are fragile too.
We promise ourselves new beginnings,
but perhaps the truest promise
is to keep showing up—
even when the days are ordinary,
even when the light is slow to return.
So here’s to the year ahead:
to the laughter that will surprise us,
to the tears that will teach us,
to the moments we will not see coming—
and to the courage to meet them all.
May we step into this year
not as who we were,
but as who we are becoming.
(The above poem was written via AI.)
I have stated before that I am always hopeful for a new year. It’s like having the slate wiped clean and a fresh start to see if you can get this one right. Of course, it usually isn’t too long before I need forgiveness. I’m glad I never go into a new year alone. I know God is always with me. So, with Him, I can face whatever the new year holds for me. If you haven’t accepted Jesus Christ into your heart or asked for forgiveness for your sins, I hope you will. Then, you too can have peace as you enter a new year. “Happy New Year!”
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God’s love, flowing over your soul is like a soft quilt. You feel warmth, and soothing comfort. There does seem to be a reverent amount of satisfaction in saying, “I’m a child of God.” Walking around as if wearing a robe, a mantle, when once seen by others they know immediately you are royalty. They respond either with respect, or jealously, envy. They put themselves in a position to help you, or fight you. People can sense your anointing. Some are drawn to it, yet others run from it. It’s not in your control, it just happens.
It seems as if these days can be very challenging to hold firm to your faith. I think the devil and his crew are working overtime. It’s as if they are doing to their best to use the current circumstances to wear the children of God down. Have you wanted to quit? Throw in the towel? The thought has crossed my mind even, but does any of us know what serving God through hard times is really like?
Do you feel, like right now, you are in the fire? You were thrown in, because who, in their right mind, would jump in on their own? Maybe your finances are being consumed, your influence, the things you once counted on to define you, or sustain you, gone! Burnt up! You didn’t ask for this, but have been forced into it, and what scares you the most, is you don’t see your way out.
“Do you have more confidence in Satan’s desire to attack you than in God’s ability to protect you? Look back at your resume’ with God. You’ll find that He never let you down, and He never will. God delivers, Satan destroys.”