January 1, 2018

I walk into the room, and there are no paintings on the walls…not even paint on the walls.  It is completely white.  Completely clean.  I see a desk, like the ones we used to occupy in younger days at school.  On it are some materials:  a piece of chalk and a clean slate.



At first, I look around to see if this is some sort of trick.  Why am I given this opportunity to step into a new room and create something from scratch?  Does the One who brought me here not remember what I did the last time?  Does He not remember the mess I made on the walls and the way I broke the slate out of frustration? 


As soon as these thoughts pass through my mind, they disappear.  I try to hold onto them, mulling over my past blunders, yet I cannot seem to maintain a grasp while I am in this room.  There is something so special about it—and while I would love to figure out what it is that is giving me this feeling of freedom here, I feel this urgency to sit down at the desk and pick up the chalk. 


This desk, that seems built for a third grade version of myself, somehow holds me perfectly.  So I sit with excitement—unable to wrap my mind around why exactly I am so excited—and I pick up the chalk.  I don’t understand…there is normally a sense of fear when I am presented with an opportunity to make something new.  It’s gone.  I look around to somehow locate the fear that has always accompanied me in such situations.  Hmm, maybe it really isn’t here this time. 


I take in a deep breath and pick up the clean slate.  Holding slate and chalk in hands I hear a Voice in my heart:


            “Write.  It is a day of new beginnings.  The old has gone, and the new has come.  It is up to you.  I will not paint these walls with all of your past failures.  I will not hang artwork of all of your sin and weakness, decorating your tomorrows with your yesterdays.  That is what you have done in the past, dear one, but I plead with you to start over…again.  Write and re-write.  I cannot wait to build this room with you, because I know that together we can make something beautiful.”


With a profound sense of joy and hope I look at the chalk in my hand.  Looking up in reply, holding up my writing utensil, I whisper with a smile:


            “Here.  I trust the true Author.  Will You do the re-write?”



2 Corinthians 5:17

Isaiah 43:18-19

Philippians 3:7-14

Micah 7:19

Psalm 103:12

Esther 8:8

Hebrews 12:2

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