2025… is just a number. It’s just the day after 2024. Kinda like when our oldest son was 17 one day and 18 the next and not the least bit more adult. How does a new year make a difference? How does a morning after an evening mean “new” and “change” and fill us with anticipation and excitement?

I’ve been thinking about this.

New Year’s resolutions are great if they don’t lose their stick. Bill and I would “probably-talk” through projects, maybe a trip, and ways to serve God. God lays an anointed word on my Kaela. The word was “hope” the year our Bill left us. We stitched that badge in tight. We wore, repeated, prayed, and bound ourselves to hope. The entire year we Romans 15:13ed.

This new year lifts my eyes to pay attention — better attention to what God is doing. John 5:17 tells us He is always working. Moving. Preparing. Achieving. Completing. I need to notice. Observe. Perceive. Detect. On this walk, this new walk, I want to see God, because when I see Him, I love Him more.

I’ve been doing this awhile. I think I’m improving. Which is really what a New Year should be about. Begin a change or adjustment any day of the year. Let the old year find me practiced and the new year find me ready for tuning.

On a January 1st, I will ask God to show me what He’s doing now and in the days to come. It usually happens that I spot Him pretty quickly. That! That is excitement for a new year.