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Ecclesiastes 3:1-3
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;"

Time seems to be slipping away from me, and here I stand at the end of yet another year. My three young children aren't as young as they were last year, they are each growing up, one year at a time. Before I know it, they will be adults making their own decisions, living their own lives. Am I doing enough? No. I'm surely not. Is HE enough? Yes. He surely is. 

There is a time for everything, a season especially for each year, each life event, each milestone. This year, I was disappointed and I no doubt disappointed others. This year, my eldest son became a teenager, just one step closer to a man. This year, the Lord provided food, gas money, air conditioner parts, and a brake job for the van. This year, I lost some things, I gained some things, I learned many things. This year, the Lord taught me how to be weak, He taught me how to love deeper. This year, brought physical and emotional pain, but it also brought joy and stronger relationships.

I can't know what next year's season will look like. I can't know what it will bring. I'm sure there will be joy and pain, much like this year, only different. It's a different year, a different season.

I do not know what 2015 holds, but I do know the ONE who does. And because of that assurance, I am ready. Ready to face a new year with new trials and new challenges, ready only because I know He will walk beside me and in my weakness, His strength will carry me through. 

Happy New Year!

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