A New Year, A New Broken Object

New Years Eve. A day to quit working at Wal-mart and hang out with your friends. And break windows with your bare hands…. wait….

So tonight, as Hurricane Wyoming (thanks Ben) blew in, an old window in Steven’s house blew open. I was nominated to close it since I’m so amazingly tall. It was really old and super hard to close. I was trying to get it closed enough so that the lock would latch. So I was trying to slam it. Slammed it once, not quite. Slammed it twice, getting closer. Slammed it a third time,  CRAKARKCKAKCRAKDKADKEK!!!!!!!!!!!! The window shattered as my hand went through it. Glass was everywhere on the carpet. I managed to get away with only two small scratches. Lucky. The whole house wakes up at the thunderous noise. This happened at about 11:55 by the way. So I watched the ball drop (lame) while I was picking up glass in my friends basement. Amazing….

So…

2009 eh? Hm…. nothing special. If you ask me, that is. With wise words, Five Iron Frenzy wrote a song called New Years Eve. It is very…. true. Hits home. Convicting.

 

It’s New Years Eve and I’m full of empty promises, I half pretend to keep this time, just like last year. The band is loud and I’m wandering the shadows, wishing I was never here. I persevere. A crowded room, these whitewashed tombs, they raise their glasses high, they kiss the past goodbye. 

This New Years Eve, I’m waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, this New Years Eve, will turn out better than before, I’m holding on, still holding out, until they close the door… on me. 

It’s New Years Eve and I feel my insecurities, are haunting me like ghosts, this sinking quicksand. And then with thunderous praise and lofty adoration, a second passes by, yet nothing changes. I hate my skin, this grave I’m standing in. Another change of years, and I wish I wasn’t here. 

A year goes by and I’m staring at my watch again, and I dig deep this time, for something greater than I’ve ever been, life to ancient wineskins. And I was blind but now I see. 

This New Years Eve, something must change me inside, I’m crooked and misguided, and tired of being tired. This New Years Eve, I’m waiting for tomorrow. My heart is on my sleeve, and yes I still believe, in You. 

 

Hm… Are we going to make this New Year just like the last. Where we say we are going to change our lives but by the time February rolls around we are sick of having a salad and a glass of water every meal?

This year needs to be a year of renewal. Not of mind or body, but of spirit. A year where, all who are chasing after this goal, come closer to a God who loves them the same, no matter what year it is or how many resolutions they’ve broken. 

Wanting this to truly be a reNEWing year,

Morgan

~ by Morgan on January 1, 2009.