As one often does at the beginning of a new year, I’ve been thinking about what 2015 may hold for me. Last year around this time I wrote myself a letter for the end of 2014, and while I’ve certainly gone some places and done some things in the last 365 days, much of that letter still rings true. My biggest hope for 2014 did not come to be, as is evidenced by the slew of singleness posts that made my list of top ones.
And hope? Well, I find that hope is often slippery. Easy to grasp for a moment, perhaps, but trickier to grab onto for the long haul.
Which is the beauty of a new year, I suppose. Learning to write a different number–2015–is an unavoidable reminder that something new has come. And if there can be new years, there can certainly be renewed hope–right?
I came across Isaiah 43:18-19 the other day, and I found the words so fitting I was inspired to attempt some artwork for my wall.
Behold, I am doing a new thing.
I love the boldness of Behold. It is booming, rich, inviting–see here, look, pay attention. You don’t want to miss this.
There is so much hope laced in those verses, hope I desperately want to cling to and claim for myself. I don’t know what that “new thing” might look like, though I certainly have my list of suggestions for God–but my biggest hope is that I have the eyes to recognize the newness even if it doesn’t look like I thought it would.
Til next time…
~Brianna!~
p.s. What new things are you looking for this year?
The Art of Becoming 
This is the 3rd time i have seen this scripture in the last 3 days. Confirmation 🙂
Love it!
Whenever I come across a verse or quote that I love my first instinct is to write it out for a wall. It soo made me smile to see I’m not the only one! 🙂