I've never been much of a fan of New Year: I understand its significance, but every day for me is a new day. After all, God's mercies are new every morning. So we've never celebrated in frenetic party style either - many a New Year's Eve has found us asleep well before midnight.
This year was a little different. We went to a party at church. Great fun. About 100 people dipped in and out during the evening, talking, eating, drinking, playing games, or even having a quiet moment in the prayer room. Friendships renewed and begun. Relationships strengthened: with each other, and with God. At midnight, we gathered in front of the altar, hugged each other, sang worship songs, prayed, celebrated God's goodness. Overall, there was a wonderful sense of family, of safety, of being together as we face another year.
The next day, as we ate lunch together as a family, we took time, each in secret, to write down our own individual prayers: heart wishes, expressions of thanks to God. We keep them in a tiny glass jar, decorated with the words: Living the Light. In a year's time, we will look at them and see how God has answered. It is always wonderfully encouraging