The silly season is over and life returns to it's normal routine. And I felt rather glad as I sat at my desk at 8.30 this morning.
And how did I see the New Year in this year? I went to bed - at ten past eleven.
So: am I getting dull in my thirtieth year?
Actually, the other day, as I read from 2 Samuel in the Old Testament about David who came into his kingship, aged 30, I had the distinct sense that God was saying that this year would be a discovery year. Coming into full adulthood. Ministry. Stature.
I also read about Saul - who, intriguingly enough, also became king aged 30. But he blew it, after an impressive start. Relying on himself and losing the honour of God, he ended up a spectacular failure.
But there's a (large) part of me that feels desperately sorry for Saul. There but for the grace of God go I or you or any of us. It's so easy to 'get professional', to 'do it our way', to lose any sense of real dependance on God.
If I want to 'come into my kingship' that means the recognition that I can't. Not without leaning on the True King.
But with my God... 'with my God I can leap over a wall'.