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Thursday, 12 January 2023

Tax Season

 

Tax season. Time to start gathering financial details for the US accountant. For Mom. For me. Time to draw a line under last year’s earnings and expenditures. Time, then, to move forward into a new season.

It’s an annual grind. It can hang over me like the low-lying cloud over the Hill of Fare this morning. Cold. Bone-chilling.

Kind of fitting that the US accountant’s email arrives in our last few days before waving off Doug and Joey, Flick and Greg, to their new lives down under. That too hangs over me like a low-lying cloud. Cold. Bone-chilling. Heart-breaking.

‘Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows’. Where would I be without the One who never leaves me? Where would I be without his solace and comfort?

Thank you, Jesus, that in the midst of the messiness of this world, you walk with us and bring us peace. Thank you that you are not a disinterested tax accountant, just doing the computations to see if we have paid our dues and are good enough to spend eternity with you. Thank you that you have settled the bill for us, and haven’t then moved on, but instead stick with us as we navigate the highs and lows of our lives on earth. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you.

 

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