It took just a few hours.
At midnight, I celebrated the New Year by taking a picture of my children drinking sparkling grape juice. I was tired and immediately went to bed. I woke up late and went to Church. All in all, it was a good morning.
I had started the year off in a great way. Family and faith are foremost on my list of important things for 2017. I had started well and knew this was going to be the best year ever. To reinforce my thinking, I saw all these posts on Facebook telling me about the enormous opportunities of the new year. I had twelve perfect hours and was sure this year was going to be better than all the others.
Then it happened. I sinned.
I will spare you the embarrassing details. Who am I kidding? I will spare myself the embarrassment of telling you the depth of my depravity. But there I was, less than 24 hours into the new year and my heart and mind had betrayed me. I was left a victim to the sin that lives in my heart that I was hoping would not visit the new year.
One day and I had already failed my God.
Then it hit me. This year will be like every other year. I do not mean that I will sit idly by and let sin run my life. I will fight hard against the evil that invades my life. I hope this year is full of change and improvement in my walk with God. I do mean that this year I will be completely dependent on the grace and mercy of God, just like every year before this one.
Even though the calendar has changed and I have made new commitments for the coming year I still live needing God’s forgiveness. I need grace in my thoughts and my actions. The new year reminds me that no matter how much I grow, change or improve, I still need to embrace God’s love and mercy in my life each and every day.