My new year really starts today. I don’t have a resolution, nor do I have a word. Those things typically don’t work for me.
I just want to work on one thing: I want to jump in with both feet.
My husband and I have been through a lot in our first decade of marriage. 5 moves, a loss, two scary diagnoses for our children and subsequent surgeries and continued medical care that has come along with those. Each of these things has landed us in periods of waiting. I thought I could soften the blow of impending news by preparing for the worst.
Many of those times we didn’t get the answer we wanted. Zero of those times did preparing myself for the worst actually prepare me at all.
Maybe you’re like me and 2020 has a lot of potential for you. It’s exciting and scary, because with high hopes comes the chance of great disappointment.
But can I tell you what I’ve learned from years of heartache and disappointment? Cynicism won’t soften the blow, thinking small won’t help you get somewhere big, too much self-preservation can keep you from actually living.
This year I want to believe the best is yet to come, this year I want to live like God’s got me no matter what the outcomes are, this year I want to here for it all.
I may get pulled down by a riptide, I may be tossed around by the waves instead of surfing their white foamy peaks, but so be it.
Because I know it’s best to focus on my feet no matter where they land. There are lessons up above and down below because God is big enough to work in them both.
So, this year, I don’t want to keep a toe on the shore, I want to immerse myself in life’s possibilities.