We’ve spent the month in the dregs of construction, trying to put the pieces back together and walking through the reality of terror that now grips my daughter every time we come home. This season has not been for the faint of heart and so I sit in silence on the Eve of the New Year tired, grieved by our loss, unsure as to how to move through healing and searching for what 2019 will bring. I am afraid I don’t have what it takes to keep running this race. And so I bring that to the One who can take it from me. I open my Psalm of the Day – Psalm 30 – and read “You turned my wailing into dancing. You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy that my heart may sing your praises”. There’s my Hope; that Jesus can take my weary, grieved soul and cloth it with joy.

When layers are pulled back in you, do they reveal a tired, grief-stricken heart? Let’s pray together that God will turn those places into pure joy in the New Year!