Usually around this time of year, I reflect back on all that has happened to me in the past year - births, deaths, surprises along the way, pain, tears, laughter, and growth.
And it makes me squint a little as I try to make out the future for this year. I wonder: what's coming? If I were a character in Lord of the Rings, let's just say, and I was crossing a difficult mountain path and an evil sorcerer had cast a spell that whipped up one heck of a winter storm - I'd be very much squinting, holding my hands over my eyes even, trying to see the path in front of me, trying to figure out whether to press on - risk slipping off the cursed mountain - or attempt something equally as frightening - make my way through the underground mines.
OK. That was a bit dramatic. But do you know what I mean? I kind of welcome, but mostly am a little scared of, the future. Because what if something comes along that I wasn't prepared for? ('Cause that's life, right?) And what if? That's the biggest question: WHAT IF.
I was reminded of this verse in Proverbs 31:25 about a "capable wife",
"Strength and dignity are her clothing,
and she laughs at the time to come."
Laughing at the future. That's what I want to do this year. Maybe it will even be a maniacal laugh. Sorry - I just saw The Muppets in the theatre yesterday (which was hilarious and fabulous and I laughed A LOT!). OK - perhaps not maniacal laughter, but a laugh that knows that things will be OK - whatever comes. That strength will come too.
I used to laugh a lot - especially in high school and university years - but I've serious-ed up a lot. And I'd like to get that laugh back. Because I think it's a better approach to the day, let alone the year. To laugh at the future. Even the unknown.