Into the Fire

As the end of the year 2009 approaches and New Year’s Eve looms, I recall some times of welcoming in the new year when politics didn’t phase me and only the immediate future seemed to matter . . .

One New Year’s Eve a friend spent the night at our house. At the turn of the New Year we headed outside with a couple of my mom’s pans and big spoons and ran around the yard banging on the pans shouting “Happy New Year!”

On another New Year’s Eve I went to a costume party with my boyfriend dressed as a genie (as in “I Dream of Jeannie”). That evening didn’t end too well with the angst of teenage “love”, a forgotten key to my house (where could I have put it in my costume?) and parents had gone out for the evening, too, the Righteous Brothers singing their heartbreak song . . . Aaahhh, the drama.

How ’bout you? Any special memories of New Year’s Eve?

Father, we look forward to your plans. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.