We’ve had a bit of snow this week. Nothing exciting. It comes. The snow plows and sand machines get busy. The snow melts, leaving salt and sand in its wake. The weather is mostly wet and dreary. 

By mid-January most Christmas trees have been boxed up to await the next Christmas celebration, or kicked to the curb—literally. Bits of tape and wrapping paper hide in the corners. Remnants of turkey lurk in the freezer. The relatives have gone home. Unwanted presents have been exchanged. Routines of work and school have taken over once again.

Christmas is well and truly over for another year.

The beginning of a new year, can be exciting. Even exhilarating. Just think of the possibilities. Think of all the positive changes you can make this year. The progress. The better life you’ll have because of all that hard work. 

But, the last refrain of “Auld Lang Syne” drifts away and the noisemakers are crushed underfoot. The next day dawns way too early and you’re feeling hungover from too little sleep and too much food. The excitement dwindles.

When a month later your life looks just the same as it did in November. When you realize your life is a robotic repetition of the same, day after day. When you look in the mirror on a grey and dreary Saturday in February. Realization hits.

Yes, it’s a new year, but it’s the same old you. That magical flipping of time from one year to the next does not flip you into the magical perfection you want for yourself.

As it always does. Reality hits…and leaves you feeling bruised and defeated. And all the excitement, all the possibilities wither and die. Happy new year indeed…


After the year changes on the calendar. When the leftover chocolate, baking and turkey are just a memory. When January turns to February and the temperatures dip. When life is looking like a lot of the same. That’s when I remember.

I remember that I don’t have to do it alone. I don’t have to make all the plans. I don’t have to exhaust myself trying to live up to a list of resolutions and expectations I make for myself. 

On the dreariest of days, or in the coldest and darkest of nights. Even when I can’t feel it. It’s still there.

The light and warmth of God’s presence. His love…that will not let me go.

When days drag.

When I’m busier than I want to be…

When my moods are all over the place…

When life isn’t going well…

When I’m stuck or moving forward…

When the year looms ahead…

I look over my shoulder and into my past. 


And I remember.

When life isn’t going my way. Even when I don’t understand. Even when I have questions. Even in the hardest of times. I remember that I trust Him. I remember that He has always proven Himself faithful. 

I remember that God is with me, behind me, in front of me, beside me. And when needed, He carries me.

Life has always been, and always will be one adventure after the other. A life full of tears, laughter, hope and faith.

But God is with me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.


Let’s journey together…



  1. Sandra Williams

    I wouldn’t want it any other way either! Let the adventure continue!

    • denise budd rumble

      Yes, indeed!


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