The small things that become something

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Sitting here on the velvety hunter green sleigh couch, I am swallowed up by the cushions, pondering as Christmas draws near. My thoughts are carried away by the amazing things God has done for my family.

Mentally, I thumb through the index of blessings that I am grateful for. The oddness though, is that simultaneously I examine where I am in the present moment, and where I want to be in the coming year, discovering a hodgepodge of emotions cascade within my being. I collect my thoughts and organize them into different files within my mind.

When then, I suddenly realize the plethora of change, which has occurred throughout the year. I think to myself, “wait a minute, we have gone through A LOT this year, which we have not been through before.”

This momentary revisitation of what transpired is much like an old friend who returns home and meets for coffee. You strike up a conversation about past times, and recognize, thoughts will end, goodbyes will be said, and the meeting over.

Our soul, on our journey, sees the trifling details of transition from one year to the next, more ritualistic than we realize. These trifles provide us a bridge on which to cross over.

We know we will not come back to the place we have been before. We will leave this past year and make the incoming year a reconnaissance for our personal growth, as we dare to dream about things that may come, potential realities that have not yet arrived. However, we are certain that they are planted within the fibers of our self-image; we feel and expect, we hope.

Yes! This is the time!

The self-image takes on its environment. Therefore, the bridge we cross over from 2020 to 2021 provides us a journey in changing environments, both emotionally and mentally. Simply dismissing all that has happened during this year, hinders our ability to grow, whereby we might pitch up a tent, unwittingly to find ourselves in an old season, longer than we should.

As for me, I assess that which has been a blessing to me and my family, catapulting our personal growth. No matter what good or what bad has happened; it is all a blessing. All things have worked to our good. Moreover, GOD IS GOOD!

When we forget these two components that 1) God is good and 2) God works all things to our good, we stumble and fall. We regress into old patterns, because our self-image stays in yesteryear in an unhealthy way. This mindset keeps us from crossing over. As a result, we need to have revelation of where we have not moved on into better spiritual, mental and emotional growth.

Assessments are not a bad thing; when you work for a company, the annual assessment shows you where you sit in relation to your work outcome, as well as leads to promotion.

It is no different as we leave one year and get ready for the next. All the things that have happened have in some form, shaped an invisible environment, which has benefited us sometimes and on occasion held us back. The way to overcome the negative effects of what has held us back, we have to perceive that God is good, and works all things to our good.

We are assured and know that [God being a partner in their labor] all things work together and are [fitting into a plan] for good to and for those who love God and are called according to [His] design and purpose. Romans 8:28 AMPC

The goodness of God brings the trifles of all the details of 2020 into perspective, so that no matter what, we will hope all the more, chose to be better in our character, and honor others, while respecting and loving ourselves. The word trifles here, is a thing of little value or importance. The things we do not realize that are important, are the small things we do day to day that add up to someTHING big.

Therefore, go into this new year of 2021, allowing your soul to be blessed in the goodness of God, searching to see through that lens, as you enter a time of expectancy and hope.

God Bless!

Robin Kirby-Gatto

 

 

 

 

 

 

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