I'm Waiting to be Made New
It's the last day of the year and I'd want to remember this year with an old hope revisited. I fall into this quiet moment which I want to linger on for many days. That kind of quiet that you don't want disturbed because you've been waiting for the unraveling of something. A song. A tune. A string of words. A life authentic.
I'd want to write so many things in remembrance but there is not much to say. I partially empty from surrender and I've become this pilgrim who journeys by the hour just waiting. For something.
So I end this year in waiting. Waiting for the promise of the One who said, "See, I make all things new."