The Last Wind Of The Old Year
The first New Year's Eve that I can say I significantly remember had to be when I was about nine years of age. Every time before that I was sleeping soundly and therefore there was nothing significant. But that night, I was allowed to stay up and ring in the New Year with my mother and younger sister.
I remember feeling like something significant was about to happen and that everyone was just waiting for it to happen - I still get a little of that feeling today - I think but I may not be sure, that it is hope.
There was nothing on the television; just the black and white version of King Kong. To this day, I cannot see that movie and not look back to that night.
When it was close to midnight, my mother took us outside on the balcony to look up at the sky. There were hardly any fireworks to see as we lived just outside of town. We could hear them in the distance though.
My mother told me to close my eyes and wait - she said just before midnight there would be a slight cool wind. She said it was the last wind of the Old Year. One last pass before it left never to be seen, heard or felt again. Sure enough, I felt it. All was still and then a whisper of a touch and the wind was all around me, giving one last embrace before it departed.
The clock chimed midnight soon afterward and she said, "Now wait, the New Year Wind will come from the other direction. It will seem younger, more playful and slightly biting."
And do you know it did? In that moment I felt almost as though I could see the wind and know just who it was.
This passing of the old and coming of the new is what all look for when the New Year arrives. Yet it does not always happen. Often we find it hard to say goodbye to the Old Wind as it carries away with it, things and people that we would rather stay with us. We cling to it, not willing to let it go and then we miss the New Year Wind and never get to know it. So one year turns into another and before we know it, a lifetime has gone by and our joy with it. For instead of taking a gulp of courage and a bowl of hope, we sink in the mire of despair.
I think that there are people who smile and toast and drink and even blow their streamers and yet their souls are sad, and they are brokenhearted but hide the wounds so no one will see it. There are those who laugh and act nonchalant, surrounded by people but dreadfully alone.Silly children, how can a wound healed if it is not tended? And how can a physician tend if you do not first show him the wound? I am not talking of your friends and family but of One who sticks closer that a Brother. Go to Him in this New Year so that you may be healed and can begin to walk those tentative steps into light and life! Go I tell you and knock on His door. He will not fail you!
Written two years ago, I never realized that his hub was directly for me. Who knew that in the future I would need my own advice!