"The Lord ' s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,
For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness."
Today is the first day of the school year for many. I have so enjoyed seeing all the "Back To School" poses pictured online this morning. You can sense the freshness in each one . . . . neatly cut, perfectly arranged hair . . . . unscuffed shoes, not quite broken in yet . . . . newly purchased school clothes, carefully tucked and smoothed . . . . that perfect backpack, long-deliberated-over and finally chosen, bursting at the seams with beckoning, blank notebook pages, unbroken crayons, and shiny yellow pencils, sharpened and ready for action.
But most of all I have loved seeing the bright smiles and sparkling eyes of the children, their eager faces revealing the hopeful expectation of good things to come . . . . the fresh promise of finding new friendships, gaining new understanding, and exploring new ideas. Everything feels . . . . well . . . . new! On this first day of school there are no thoughts of bad grades, lost homework, tardy slips, playground bullies, or rainy day recesses . . . . only the excitement of starting all over again.
I have always relished the feeling of fresh beginnings. Maybe it's because I was a teacher for all those years . . . . or maybe it's because I've fallen flat on my face so many times . . . . perhaps it is merely because I am hardwired as the eternal optimist . . . . but I always savor the idea of starting over again. I'm a sucker for Monday mornings and New Year's resolutions. I revel in the first blooms of springtime and the smell of newborn babies, fresh from Heaven.
There's something exhilarating about leaving the staleness of yesterday behind . . . . pulling up that anchor that would have me remain in the past . . . . detecting the subtle stirring of the breeze . . . . raising my sail to full mast . . . . setting my sites on a new horizon . . . . and giving myself over to the will of the Maker of land and sea and wind and all things . . . .letting the wind of His Spirit launch me where He wills.
"For in Him we live and move and have our being."
I've been pondering that verse a lot lately. In Him . . . . in Him . . . . in Him . . . . that phrase repeats itself again and again in my spirit. What does it mean to be in Him? The Bible says this of us who believe:
"For you have died and your life is hidden with Christ in God."
"Therefore if any man [be] in Christ, [he is] a new creature:
old things are passed away;
behold, all things are become new."
2 Cor 5:17
Our modern day culture focuses a lot on doing, but not so much on just being . . . . on gaining recognition and position and possessions, but not so much on losing our life in the One who IS our very life . . . . on insisting on our own way, and not so much on relinquishing control to Him who IS the Way.
What if we were to allow every day to be like the first day of school . . . . filled with anticipation of everything good . . . . overflowing with His new mercies and grace . . . . joyful hearts trusting as a child does that it's going to be just wonderful? What if we were to let go of our own stubborn wills and allow Him to take us where He pleases and continually pour out our lives to the world around us? What if we were to fully realize all that it means to "live and move and have our being" . . . . our very being . . . . in Him?
Poppa, help us to really know and experience the depths of this mysterious but wonderful life hid in Christ that You have promised us. Thank You for the hope of eternal life and for making all things new. Thank you for enrolling us in your school of the Spirit, where each day is richer than the day before.