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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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No Pretenders

“I really don’t think God cares about us having it all together at church as much as we care about it,” she says to me.

I talk about it with him on the drive to Christmas number three billion, by the time our faces hurt from smiling.

How some of us Christians can’t get out of bed in the morning, can’t wrap our hearts around joy, can’t collect our thoughts. Mentally, we’re scattered and lost.

And others of us can’t contain our excitement in the faith, can’t express our joy or gratitude enough.

But none of that should matter on a Sunday morning when we all walk into church.

Because we are all part of the body of Christ.

We are all the broken and the healed.

We are the beaten and the victorious.

We are in Christ.

“From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.” Ephesians 4:16

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