New Things to Come

The end of all things old…

Each new day signifies a fresh start—the end of all things old. We step away from past sorrows, failures, and disappointments to embrace the hope of a brighter perspective in a brand-new way. Springtime’s refreshing beauty prompts me to search for answers to a few of life’s puzzling questions and to uncover hidden blessings. When outdoors, I’m reminded of the one who created all that ever was, is, and ever will be—and how he allows storms to rage throughout our life stories to make way for new beginnings. While I believe the Creator, God, is with us till the end of all our seasons on earth, I don’t enjoy such harrowing times of growth. He knows rain makes us stronger. His word speaks truth into all my sorrows. And so today, I choose to lean on the promise of new things to come.

So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12 ESV
Like each fresh bloom, may every new day usher out old ways and open doors for us to move on to new things to come.

All things new

I believe when the time is right, only one God will calm the winds and waves. The Creator of seasons of plenty, drought, and change. He wiped away my sins and made me new too.

Faith in an unseen Father who overcame all the darkness of this world changed me. In his eyes, I’m a new creation. The same way he has good things planned for frozen forests come springtime—He has even more new things to come for you and me.

When God gives you a new beginning, it sometimes starts with an ending we don’t understand. Be thankful for the blessing of closed doors. They often lead us to the right one.


Jesus made a way for us

One of the best gifts I’ve ever received is this unexplainable, reassuring peace, especially in trying storms. Unfortunate things can happen to anyone. Living with family health issues or oppression can cause melancholy that may wear on us daily. Let’s look to the one who gives forbearance, forgiveness, and hope for a better tomorrow. Sure, residual effects from illnesses or trauma can change a person’s perspective. What was once lovely purple is now ugly gray. Light and love are now dark and unlovable. We may struggle to dig out of all the miry clay. But Jesus made a way for us. God’s Son. The Giver of new things to come.

Some storms are the beginning of new things to come

A new way

Dear friends, I believe you and I can choose to see the good hidden under all the muck of spring’s stormy times…the mysterious gifts of every season, the uniqueness in each wrinkled face, and the everyday blessings in the world around us.

Insignificant as an individual snowflake, tree, flower, mountain, lake, animal—or fill in the blank—might appear to some, they were created with and from God’s perspective of the world we live in. They can help change ours too—If. If. If…

Open our eyes, Lord. Change our hearts and minds. Help us see the gift of every breath. Every tear. Every day. Life is worth living. There will be new things to come. Good things.

Finally, I must share

Here’s one of my favorite quotes. Again. After reading, I hope you’ll understand…

“Be like a tree. Stay grounded. Connect with your roots. Turn over a new leaf. Bend before you break. Enjoy your unique natural beauty. Keep growing.”

Joanne Raptis
Yesterday’s sorrows and failures are gone. There’s hope for a brighter perspective. I choose to lean on God’s promise of new things to come.

A new perspective

Have you ever wondered about tomorrow, or the new things to come? While some clues about life’s mysteries remain hidden, are you willing to search for answers with a new perspective? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the Inspire a Fire comments section below this post. Read all my IAF stories or click specific story links within this post, and don’t forget to check out my Dreamdove’s Flights of Fancy blog. I’ll see you on FB, Instagram, Twitter, or Pinterest too! 

Special thanks to Pixabay free images: Feature image by John_Nature_Photos #1 image by Kretktz, #2 image by FelixMittermeier, #3 image by toodlingstudio 

Joann Claypoole

Joann Claypoole is an author, speaker, and former spa-girl entrepreneur. She's a wife, mother of four sons, “Numi” to four grandchildren, doggie-mom of two. The award-winning author of The Gardener’s Helper’s (ages 5-9 MJ Publishing2015) would rather be writing, hiking in the mountains, or inviting deer and other wildlife to stay for dinner near her western NC writing retreat. Visit her website: and WordPress blog:

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  1. This morning as I drove home from picking up my grand-girls (both grand and girls!), I played Pandora’s Cocomelon music. The oldie but goodie “The Green Grass Grew” came on and the singer proceeded to sing about a hole in the ground–the prettiest hole that you ever did see… and went on (Come on! You all should sing along!) with the root in the hole, the tree on the root, the branch on the tree, the twig… and so one until, finally, there was a feather on the wing of the bird in the egg in the nest that was on that aforementioned twig… (Can you hear it ringing in your ears?). I sang with gusto, attempted to get all the words right, right down to that hole in the ground. And it was worship, let me tell you… my praise to the One who made that hole in the ground and the feather on that wing… and everything in between, making all things new, even old children’s songs!!! Your devotion made me sing it again, Joann. Who knows–perhaps I’ll write a devotion about this…

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