God of the dawn, God of the springtime,
today I need the good news that “new” isn’t an annual opportunity

but a daily gift

a blessing given even before I threw back the covers this morning.

Save me from the belief (vanity, really) that I am somehow stuck

within myself
within habits
within circumstances

that can only be changed with the annual turning of a calendar page.

Even now I hear you laughing, “My daughter, that’s hardly the case!

I am newness.
I am life.
I am resurrection.

No moment, no routine, no relationship is beyond my power.

God of the hibernating seed, God of the growing child,
bless me with the joy and flexibility to live into the gift
of new,

to celebrate

and to have the courage to be on the verge with you.

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