New year, new soul?

Yesterday, prior to church, my candles, Bible, and assorted readings gathered at my spot upstairs for a little pre-church worship. Having read a chapter this week from the book "Lectio Divina" by Paintner and Wynkoop, I was intent on listening with my heart today.

I read some, I listened some, I read some more. The feeling of energy and rest were right, the lighting was right, the message.....where was the message? I reread the Bible verses, I went back and opened up the little zine "Crossing the Threshold: New Year, New Beginnings" Page 20 - reading, listening, where was the message? Whoops and duh, epiphany - I kept rereading these words and thinking weren't they lovely - not only lovely, but so meaningful -

For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"

AND

The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul.
G.K. Chesterton

What wonderful words were captured in the zine and placed right in front of my nose, in my hands. I'm only 5 days into the new year and last year's words seem so gone and a new voice is filling my heart and mind - perhaps my soul is.....? Perhaps my soul is what?

Intimidating, frightening, humbling to project my soul's direction and to finish that sentence - yet one's soul cannot stay the same anymore than one's self can stay the same, so perhaps my soul is what? I'm not sure. How would you finish that sentence for your own soul?