As much as I love my kids, our home has become a place of turmoil lately.

Their words have grown harsh toward one another, their tones hateful. Why shouldn’t I be rude to him when he’s always rude to me? And the excuses abound, each one bringing me down (because how do you teach them to love each other when all they want to do is yell?).

So I try looking past the way things appear in search of a sign it’ll all be okay. But this is all I can see and I want to give up. I just don’t know how to raise these kids on my own.

And here I go losing ground again on this uphill journey that wearies me so, that familiar old pit looming large beneath me. I grasp at whatever I can find so I don’t slip deeper into the mire, and for the zillionth time I’m back to the point of desperation.

Can a broken family ever be normal again?

And I’m dwelling on the wrong things again, blind to the Help standing before me. He’s never out of reach, and just when I’m ready to kick and scream and throw one of my fits again because this just isn’t fair, it’s then that I sense His whisper.

Let it all go and cling to Me, beloved.

And then I see for the zillionth time that He’s been there all along, waiting patiently for His stubborn child to just let it all go and reach for her Father. All those times I forgot to cling to Him, He was holding me up anyway.

Cling. It’s my one word for the new year, and I believe it’s a word that can turn lives around, depending on what you reach for–because when you decide to cling to something, it means you have to let go of everything else.

So in the coming year, I’ll turn loose of the old and cling to the promise that He makes all things new. I’ll let go of logic and cling to the fact that He is Provider. I’ll relax my hold on the things of this world and cling to the Treasure that endures for eternity. When darkness sets in, I’ll cling to the light of His truth.

And in those times when everything falls apart–especially then–I’ll reach for that strong, steady Vine whose roots run deep, for He is my one and only hope for staying out of the pit.

No matter what horrible things are going on around us, the one thing we can control in this life is what we decide to reach for.

It’s a new year. It’s time to watch for that new thing He’s doing. And when I haven’t the energy to cling, all I have to do is want to. He knows the desires of my heart, and He is faithful to place His big gentle hand over my weary one and help me take hold.

What will you cling to this year? A line from an old hymn comes to mind: I will cling to the old rugged Cross…. 

But even more than that, I pray we cling to the One who died on that cross to redeem our lives from destruction and give us hope for abundance beyond anything our limited minds can fathom.

He’s the One I’ll cling to, and I’m hanging on for dear life. How about you?

I will lift up my eyes to the hills–from whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth. He will not allow your foot to be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber. (Psalm 121:1-3 NKJV)

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