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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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Evidence at the corner of her lips.


I stand at the front of the church and watch her take the first step down the aisle, hanging on her Dad’s arm.

Like I watched her on the night she missed her bus stop and lost her luggage, how her eyes still sparkled as we licked ice cream under the street lights afterward. 

Her radiance is not cliché. It springs from deep contentment born out of a thousand ordinary moments. It plays at the corners of her mouth like a well-kept secret.  

Her groom must know it too by the way he wipes his eyes.

I blink like mad.

When I want to know if the gospel works, I watch my friends.

Because friendship is more than the blessing of community, it’s the evidence of sanctification.

Like the girl at the piano, playing the processional for the bride. The way she looks upward whenever she plays. Because--isn’t that the posture in which she prays?

And the girl who stands beside me holding a bouquet, who let the Truth come in and break down her walls. And I watched them crumble.

Like I watch her now, walk down the aisle.

I wipe my eyes. Because I’ve seen the way she walks throughout the week.

And it’s full of radiance too.

“In the same way, the gospel is bearing fruit and growing throughout the whole world—just as it has been doing among you since the day you heard it and truly understood God’s grace.” Colossians 1:6

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