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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....

Turning Clocks

The clock strikes twelve and my mind starts turning around and around as a newborn year breathes its first shallow breaths. I am caught in thoughts of tomorrow and things I cannot control. It’s like He puts out His hands and calms the troubled waters and I remember to “take every thought captive” (2 Corinthians 10:5). A few seconds later, I’m playing back the past and I have to stop again to make my thoughts “obedient to Christ”. I resolve. He builds the worries into hopes, hammers the regrets into master-pieces and twists ‘round the questions into prayers. 

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