I have a really hard time moving on from the past and Facebook doesn’t help. It’s happened to me more than once that I resort to late-night endless scrolling of pictures from, what feels likes, my former lives. Remember when I used to have thicker (yes, thicker) hair, less pooh-bear in my cheeks, and a more optimistic or naïve or bold station in life?
My lack of appreciation for the now and impatience with the not yet sets in motion a self-loathing spiral into wilderness that consumes me, and I feel embarrassed writing this.
These words from Isaiah definitely have my attention even though they are not written for me and my shallow, late-night lament. These words are a reminder to people who live in exile or live under occupation. They speak truth to God’s power. A power that calls us into the present whether we are ready or not. A power that moves us from a place of fear from how things went poorly that one time in the past, to a place of possibility we can hardly fathom. How else are we to experience the beauty and depth of newness God promises to us without first letting go of our expectations from the past?
Pray with me: Call us into the present, God. Move us beyond what we think will happen. Break us open to the possibility of your incredible love. Lead us to see what’s new, and what only you make possible. Amen.