The Gate Of The Year
Jan 01, 2019
Here I am - the first quiet night of 2019. I’ve got my sketchbook and I am brimming with inspiration for the new creative days on the horizon. The coming 365 feel like a big messy pile of blank pages, it’s exciting, but absolutely daunting… here I sit at the gate of the year.
And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: “Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.” And he replied: “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”
So I went forth, and finding the hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East. So heart be still: what need our little life, our human life to know, If God hath comprehension?
In all the dizzy strife of things both high and low, God hideth His intention. God knows. His will is best. The stretch of years which wind ahead, so dim to our imperfect vision, are clear to God.
Our fears are premature; in Him, all time hath full provision.
Then rest: until God moves to lift the veil from our impatient eyes, when, as the sweeter features of life’s stern face we hail, fair beyond all surmise God’s thought around His creatures our mind shall fill.
- Minnie Louise Haskins
Just beautiful, isn’t it? Welcome to 2019, friends.