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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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Allotted Time

We sit together watching a couple of kids splashing around wildly in the pool as they attempt to make a noodle raft.

“Yeah,” he says nonchalantly. “I’ll either go to hell when I die or end up as nothing.” He’s a self-proclaimed atheist/agnostic he tells me. “Actually, I don’t know what to believe.”

“Well, it’s an important thing to figure out,” I say.

He laughs as if it’s an impossible thing to do. “Yeah, it’s important to figure out the meaning of life.”

Someone says it at church on Sunday night: the Devils biggest tactic is to trick us into thinking we have plenty of time.

Plenty of time…before we die.

            …to become free from lust.

            …to become disciplined.

            …to make Jesus our Lord.

We wander from distraction to distraction.

Perfected spiritual procrastinators. We’ve made it simple for the Enemy.

We forget the urgency of prayer.

            …of each encounter with people.

            …of the battle for souls.

We forget that God asks for our obedience today, right now, for a reason.

At the end of the swim, I blow my whistle.

The time allotted ends. But the clock-hand circles endlessly.

Eternally.

Ecclesiastes 12:6 “Remember him--before the silver cord is severed, and the golden bowl is broken; before the pitcher is shattered at the spring, and the wheel broken at the well,”


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