I’ve been dreading “the question” lately. You know the one. You connect with someone you haven’t talked to for a while and after chit-chatting for a bit and finding out about everything new in their life “the question” inevitably comes:
“So, what’s new with you?”
“Um … nothing really.”
Even if I stop and think really hard the answer is usually pretty much the same. Not much. No, not much at all.
No big breakthrough. No major change in circumstances. No exciting happenings locked in on the calendar. No amazing adventures with God. Basically nothing much to report.
Frankly, it’s become a little awkward. I pretty much think life is supposed to be an adventure. And most of the time mine is–I have lots of great stories. I am absolutely, firmly, one hundred percent convinced that Jesus is never, ever boring. So life with Him should be exciting–right?
Yes! But the “excitement” of life takes on different forms in different seasons. This has been a quiet season for me. God is always up to good and I choose to believe that in the quietness of my current daily reality, God is preparing me for, and transitioning me into, the next season. The funny thing is even in the stillness of my life at the moment, I’m not bored. Subdued, pondering, preparing and waiting–yes. Bored–no.
I can’t look into His eyes and be bored. When I look at Him I’m fascinated, captivated, renewed, encouraged, stirred, strengthened to wait, and crazy in love. But not bored. Never, ever bored.
I feel this bubbling just beneath the surface in my spirit. I had written a while back about Jesus inviting me to watch the sunset and the sunrise with Him. I feel like right now the sun has set on one season but it hasn’t fully begun to rise on the new season just yet. It’s that quiet right before the dawn of a new day. It’s still dark, so I can’t “see” what’s ahead– let alone tell anyone else about it. But I feel it in my bones. I feel it in my heart. It is new. And it’s good. It’s very, very, good.
So, what’s new with me? As far as circumstance go … not much. Yet. But in him there is always the hope of a new day. In the meantime I have a new answer for the question “What’s new?”
His mercies are what’s new. Every morning. In each and every season of life.
Yep, that’s what’s new.
Cindy Powell 