I’m driving home from North Carolina, and I see an old restaurant with a dangling sign, half-lit. It says, “Come In! We’re Under New Management!”
Something about that sign grips me and won’t let me go. It’s hope. I know it like I know my own hands typing on this keyboard. The broken-down restaurant gets a fresh start–a new dream–under new management.
The old has gone, the new has come. 2012 will be our best year yet. We’re under the new management of a Great God. We’re surrendered, strong, and steady. Under new management means whatever was left broken down, hurting, and hopeless gets a makeover. Renovated, restored, renewed.
Living with flair means I’m under new management. Sorry Self. Sorry Satan. I’m under new management.
What in you needs to get under new management in 2012?