Lifting up and changing direction
I'm calling it my “threshold psalm.” I opened to it just a few minutes into the New Year after watching the ball drop in Times Square. It was just the two of us at home, not like the old days in Alaska. That was a party.
Lots of people over — fresh seafood on the menu; two boxes full that year our friend was just off the crab boat. There were fireworks — our girls worked the stand for New Year's and got a good deal— as well as table games, and rifle shots into the air at midnight while we stood on the deck counting down.
Though it couldn't have been more different, this quiet New Year's held something I needed — the discovery of Psalm 100. I've got it memorized now; it's only a few lines, but they pack a power.
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