*It’s days before we fall over the fiscal cliff and days before we cross over the threshold into a new year.
While I have every reason to be concerned about the impact it will have on the nation, I won’t let it overshadow my inherent excitement and expectation about the promise of a new year.
At the threshold of a new year, we often get a word. You know a message that’s really a declaration about the new year. It provides focus, establishes guiding principals, rekindles resolve and bolsters faith.
Sometimes it’s divine revelation from a woman or man of God after spiritual supplication. Sometimes it’s a word from an economist or politico based on projections or predictive indicators. Whatever the word is, it offers hope, heart and help to enter and take on the new year.
Every year I look forward to hearing the word. That nugget of wisdom or didactic digest is an annual rite and entering the new year wouldn’t be right unless I had some notion of what it is.
Every new year is filled with countless unknowns and possibilities, stored up and just waiting to be released. Some are eagerly awaited and feel like a reward from the hard work and sacrifice of the past. Others are a surprise and a ray of favor that shines down from the son illuminating a new path and new journey. And there are those unexpected things literally blindside us and come from seemingly nowhere and require a shift and adjustment we weren’t ready nor prepared to make. But that word prefaces what’s to come and steadies our steps as the journey unfolds.
This year I haven’t heard that “word” spoken over the coming year. I am sure it has been rendered by the soothsayers to savants. I just haven’t heard it. The word will probably be spoken this weekend in the pulpits and in the media by the pundits. Perhaps I will hear it then.
However I have sensed a word gestating in my spirit. It started tumbling and percolating in my mind last week. It came breaking forth in the still of night, during a moment of repose while I was listening to the beat of my heart and tuning into that reservoir of peace that lies deep inside me. This was a rare moment for me in that the noises of life are always clamoring in my head.
That word was “restoration.”
“And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten…”
I sat straight up from my slumber, grabbed my smart phone and googled the passage. I knew it came from the ancient scriptures, I just didn’t know the chapter, verse or context. Now I know it’s found in Joel 2:25. I’ve heard many a message delivered about this verse in my life. But this time, it was a word that delivered to me.
Restoration means the reinstatement to a former position, restitution for loss or damage.
But the synonyms are more poignant. Here a few: revival, healing, return, cure, remaking, renovation, renewal, rehabilitation, reclamation, reformation, recreation, alternation, replacing, remodeling, rejuvenation, and rebuilding, reestablishing, recovery.
I don’t know what kind of year you have had. For far too many it has been difficult with people loosing their jobs, homes, hope and their minds. So much has been lost this year as well in pervious years. Restoration is a good word. Restoration’s time has come. It was a word given to me – now I give it to you.
“May restoration begin in your life and the lives of those you love in this coming year.”
Happy New Year, peace, blessings and restoration.
Veronica Hendrix is a syndicated columnist and feature writer whose work has covered the span of the human continuum – from clinical trials of male contraceptives, to the gang violence. She is the owner of Bromont Avenue Foods. She is the author of “Red Velvet Gourmet Spice Rub and Seasoning Heart Healthy Recipes.” Visit http://bromontavefoods.com for more information. For comments, interviews, speaking engagements or moderator requests please send an email to vsview@ya[email protected].