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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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Bricks and Mortar

“Pray that I follow Jesus with a whole heart,” I tell him.

Because, lately, my loyalties have shifted.

All the loudest voices teach me to build my own castles on earth. With the bricks and mortar of self-dependence, prestige, and money.

And it’s hard to hear the still small voice that reminds me of a Kingdom elsewhere. Of crowns, rewards, and treasures that are worthless in earthly stocks and currencies, but are high value in heaven.

Lately, my loyalties have shifted.

Because the King I serve once “emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men” (Philippians 2:7). And that’s not the rock-star-with-nice-hair type of leader towards which our human hearts are drawn.

He asks the same of me.

To give it all, to get down on my knees, to serve.

But my loyalties have shifted.

Because earth’s treasures seem to sparkle brighter.

And heaven’s glory seems far away.

But I’ve pledged allegiance to the unseen King of Splendour.

I can only hold so much treasure in my arms. Fifty percent of this world’s currency and fifty percent of heaven’s currency. Half-hearted.

And when I get to heaven and fifty percent of it turns to ashes. What then?

I’d rather be like King Josiah “who turned to the Lord with all his heart and with all his soul and with all his might…nor did any like him arise after him” (2 Kings 23:25).


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