Someone push the Reset button

I hate routines and that hate leads me down a path of chaos and disorganization.  And then worries breed inside my mind like bunnies.  It's obvious that I can't survive with so much (another word for chaos) in my daily life.  I make lists to unburden myself from the worry that I might forget about all that worries me. 
"Cast all your cares on Him"  
I don't think it is any big secret to tell you that I have been struggling with my faith lately.  I don't even know why.  There was no big tragedy that happened to me within the past year to spread doubt.    I don't have any new "proof" against the faith to really speak of.  On the contrary, I can easily ramble off the many different ways that God has intervened in my life and in the lives of those around me.  Unexplainable circumstances that point me to believe in a loving and faithful God, who remains unseen but whose hand is seen in everything.   Yet I still feel skeptical.  My faith feels overcast, like it's stuck in a fog.

I was planning my route to spend some time with an old friend from college.  Her and her family live roughly only 4 and half hours from us and we, as a family, had been over to visit a few times before.  I knew the address and remembered the country landmarks to look for to find her house.  However, when I was mapping it all out, my disaffection for everything routine kicked in; I decided to take a different route.  Mapquest told me that it would get me there to the same place, and without paying for toll (bonus!).  So I was all set.  (So I thought...)  What I didn't plan on was driving in freezing rain and ice with wind speeds that constantly made me question if I should stop the car to take cover in a ditch.  Not to mention the "state highways" were not clearly marked and appeared more like a country road or something more residential.  To top off the long cold wet drive, a fog started to creep in right as I came up to the unknown (to me) back way to my friend's house.  Six or seven hours from the start, we arrived our destination.  I was tired, I was grateful that we were there finally, but mostly I was frustrated with my stupid personality that told me that an already good plan needed to be completely redone.  All of this trouble, risk, and time wasted because I thought doing something different would make me feel better somehow.  I thought it would make the trip more exciting and less brain numbing.  As I was traveling, I wished that I had left my brain numbing trip as it was.

I guess I could say the same about my faith.  I took my focus off Christ because I felt neglected and unimportant to other believers, and ultimately to God as well.  I felt like the Bible had become "old news".   I sought out ways of creeping away from the world of holiness and things that would set me apart from the "world".  I still wanted to have my "in" to what God wanted, but I also wanted my freedom to experience.  I think it's fair to say now that I've created this spiritual fog.  Now that a majority of me wants out of it, it's too late.  I can't see past the end of my nose.

It's the new year, but it's still playing the same tune.  Does a day that the calender resets mean that anything can?