When New Isn’t Better

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lover holding hand walking on the beach Most of the time, I think of new as better. A new car. New house. New job. Perceiving the new thing God is doing.

A new season, new gifting, new opportunity. The list goes on longer than hours in a day.

But sometimes, new isn’t better.

My hubby and I sat made some progress on the new nursery last night. After sitting down to rest and admire our handiwork, the conversation turned to places we’ve lived. Suddenly, it wasn’t about what was new. We reminisced about the old. How our bed barely fit in the bedroom, climbing flights of stairs, and the adventures of moving from one state to another.

These memories remind us of our connection. Of the years we’ve experienced … shared … triumphed over … together.

As I reflect this morning on the word prompt of “new”, I’m reminded of how often new isn’t better.

I’m so grateful for the years I’ve spent with my beloved, and I wouldn’t trade even the hard times for a single day with a new person. How the adventures ahead somehow seem more exciting … more possible … because I’m not traveling them alone.

Adventures of old have seasoned my steps for the new things ahead.


This post is part of Five Minute Friday’s, a five minute weekly reflection on a word prompt. No edits, no do overs, just write. “No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation. Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”



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