A lot of people were happy to put 2020 in their rear view. Toilet paper and paper towel shortages were minor inconveniences compared to business closures and health concerns.
It was an interesting (and frustrating year) here on the hill.
It was the year that I learned to love grocery shopping and really dislike politics.
It was the year we will remember as having survived without our workers until October.
It was the year we weren’t certain if our business would survive and if our children would be out of their livelihoods.
It was the year I learned about faithfulness, not so much mine, but Gods.
There is much good to be gleaned from such a tumultuous 12 months. We added a grand son to the “cousin crew” and were thrilled to learn that number eight will join them this spring.
We all stayed in good health and kept in close proximity to one another, in spite of the mandate to socially distance and shelter at home. We had birthday parties, family dinners, and holiday celebrations. If my days are numbered on this earth, I’m going to see to it that I spend them with the people I love.
That doesn’t mean I scorn those who are being cautious and isolating from their people. Love is love.
I’m resolved that 2021 is going to look different. If last year is going to be a lingering season that follows us into 2021, I’m going to see to it that I live life with my heart full and my hands open. Gratitude makes most everything better.
I am grateful for 25 years, loving the same man, and being loved in return. We are growing older (a fact that irritates him when I point it out) and we’re doing it together.
Our kids are near and settling into married life and parenthood, growing a brood that we affectionately call the “cousin crew.”
Our youngest is finishing high school and making plans for her future, which is bright.
I’m not going to ignore last year and act like it wasn’t hard in a lot of ways. We were stretched and tested in ways we wouldn’t have chosen, but isn’t that often how God grows us best?
I didn’t feel much different on January 1 of this year. I didn’t start a diet or a new me kind of focus. Instead I decided I was going to get more acquainted with this word God chose for me in 2021.
If it matters to you, it matters to God.
Are not five sparrows sold for two farthings, and not one of them is forgotten before God? But even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not therefore: ye are of more value than many sparrows.
I spend a considerable amount of time praying, so when I read this passage, it reminded me that God cares about everything in my life. Even the little things, like when I misplace
my phone (often) or the pimple I get right before our family pictures.
Gods not too busy taking care of the big things going on in the world to listen to the little things that are pressing on my heart. In fact, I’ve learned that He’s concerned about every detail concerning me, and He feels the same way about you.
If you want to read my year end post, the link is in my profile.
Note: All editing mistakes are my own.