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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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On Days When You Need to be Carried.

I hopped down the stairs into the yellow light of the kitchen. It was still dark outside, a few more minutes before the pigs would start to wake in the barn and we’d run through ankle-deep snow to the barn. I would throw feed at the piglets and then sit in the feed cart and talk to the employees while they worked.
            
The oldest brother looked up from his bowl of cereal and raised an eyebrow at me. “Did you try to dress yourself this morning?”
           
I grinned and pulled myself onto my chair at the table beside the other blond-haired brother. “Yep!”
            
Dan’s nose was just about in his Raisin Bran, so I poked him and he jerked awake. “Why is your shirt inside out?” he asked, eyes drooping.
            
“She got dressed by herself.” Nick interjected. “You should go ask Mom to help you change.”
            
I stuck out my lower lip. “No, I do it myself.”
            
Almost two decades later, I wear stubborn on my heart instead of my face. It’s Friday morning and I need prayer and the one thing I can’t do is ask for help. Why did God set up the church if we’re just going to wrestle through our burdens and our sin, rejoice in our victories alone?
            
Remember reading Romans 12:15? “Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.” The Galatians needed to hear this too: “Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ” (6:2).
            
I wonder if more of us were honest, other people would be too. So, I let God show me my pride and I text her and tell her I’m weak; I need prayer. I need to be carried—lowered through the roof and carried to the feet of Jesus.
            
I text her because I need to stop being a three year old trying to dress herself in the dark.
           

On Days When You Need to be Carried
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