Stepping forward
Well, it's 2020. A year straight out of "The Jetsons". Except that I can't even describe how let down I am that my car doesn't fly. I mean, come on people. It was supposed to be a given. Even "Back to the Future" had us zooming around in mid-air. I'm afraid that our creative energies over the last thirty years may have been sadly misplaced. We have traded massive improvements in transportation for the ability to know what a complete stranger is having for dinner. Score!
Of course I say this and claim to be against social media and whatnot, when our tribe sat around the table on New Year's Eve for two hours and laughed hysterically at selfie-filter versions of ourselves. And also, I am addicted to Twitter dog videos.
Anyway, the ball dropped as it always does. But this time, not just for a new year. A new decade. Couldn't have come soon enough.
I've been on a very long emotional roller coaster, as evidenced by no short supply of melodrama on the blog. Please don't get me wrong. These last several years of being all things Mama to my two boysch, who have grown from cheek-squeezing little to jaw-dropping huge, have been the delight of my heart and I'll never forget them. No, not ever.
But they have also been peppered with a vicious cycle of anxiety, weight gain, stolen joy, hopelessness, and depression. Not all the time. But enough to make me yearn for a fresh start of the new-decade magnitude.
My word for last year was steady, and a few weeks into that I found myself in the hospital and having surgery. The Lord's not-so-subtle memo to me that He is the only steady one. On my up days of 2019, I chased His faithfulness through the Bible. On my down days, I told Him that He shouldn't even bother with me. Pushed Him away as if one day He might realize His mistake and just move on.
He didn't. He won't. And I am so thankful. The sadness has won for long enough, y'all.
This year's word is steps. Steps as related to choices, since every step is a choice and every choice is a step. In a direction. I want to step forward, day after day, believing truth instead of lies. Reaching out instead of wallowing. Loving others instead of hating myself. Following Christ instead of wandering in circles. Finding health instead of making excuses.
Sat down to devotions on the morning of January 1 to this: "To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps." 1 Peter 2:21
So if there is a resolution, it is to just keep stepping. "Wake up, o sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you!" Ephesians 5:14
Welcome to the fallout, welcome to resistance
The tension is here, tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
I dare you to move, dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move, dare you to move
Like today never happened, today never happened before
Maybe redemption's your story to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go
Salvation is here
Of course I say this and claim to be against social media and whatnot, when our tribe sat around the table on New Year's Eve for two hours and laughed hysterically at selfie-filter versions of ourselves. And also, I am addicted to Twitter dog videos.
Anyway, the ball dropped as it always does. But this time, not just for a new year. A new decade. Couldn't have come soon enough.
I've been on a very long emotional roller coaster, as evidenced by no short supply of melodrama on the blog. Please don't get me wrong. These last several years of being all things Mama to my two boysch, who have grown from cheek-squeezing little to jaw-dropping huge, have been the delight of my heart and I'll never forget them. No, not ever.
But they have also been peppered with a vicious cycle of anxiety, weight gain, stolen joy, hopelessness, and depression. Not all the time. But enough to make me yearn for a fresh start of the new-decade magnitude.
My word for last year was steady, and a few weeks into that I found myself in the hospital and having surgery. The Lord's not-so-subtle memo to me that He is the only steady one. On my up days of 2019, I chased His faithfulness through the Bible. On my down days, I told Him that He shouldn't even bother with me. Pushed Him away as if one day He might realize His mistake and just move on.
He didn't. He won't. And I am so thankful. The sadness has won for long enough, y'all.
This year's word is steps. Steps as related to choices, since every step is a choice and every choice is a step. In a direction. I want to step forward, day after day, believing truth instead of lies. Reaching out instead of wallowing. Loving others instead of hating myself. Following Christ instead of wandering in circles. Finding health instead of making excuses.
Sat down to devotions on the morning of January 1 to this: "To this you were called, because Christ suffered for you, leaving you an example, that you should follow in his steps." 1 Peter 2:21
So if there is a resolution, it is to just keep stepping. "Wake up, o sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you!" Ephesians 5:14
The tension is here, tension is here
Between who you are and who you could be
Between how it is and how it should be
I dare you to move, dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move, dare you to move
Like today never happened, today never happened before
Maybe redemption's your story to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go
Salvation is here
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