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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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When Monday meets holiness.


I sit at work long after the sun, wearied, has laid its head beneath the horizon.

I sit at work, typing out words on a screen and making edits on proofing documents with my red pen.

And on a Friday, I drive home in the dark. Calculating. Adding. Dividing. Subtracting.

“I’m terrible at math,” I told him earlier that week.

But on the weekend, I drive home. Calculating.

Always calculating.

How do 48 or 58 hours of work add up to spiritual success?

Does Monday to Friday add anything to the Kingdom? Or is it only Sunday that counts? And long Saturday mornings flipping onion-skin pages of the Word.

But I think of the ways the tasks have changed my soul.

Circling misspellings and comma misplacements, I’ve trained my eyes to be thorough.

Watching my boss draw a line through something I’ve written, I’ve let my heart be instructed with criticism.

This week, sitting under the heaviness of stress, I’ve breathed prayers as I refill my coffee.

Even if this is not preparation for something “greater”. Even if it’s not a “training ground” for future ministry.

This is the life I’ve been given. The Mondays and Fridays, the meetings and the deadlines. Like Sunday, they’re part of His plan.

For a moment, as I drive home under street lights, I stop doing the math.

Because it all equals out to an opportunity to be holy.

“The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it.” Genesis 2:15


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