I’m fresh out, people! Totally devoid of a word or theme for my year.
Well, I take that back. Here’s a word for you:
Or how about Cranky. Kaput. Doneski.
I mean, for real. My laundry piles have more to say than I do at the moment.
While everyone else is cleaning out closets and organizing their calendars, I’m still trying to catch my breath from the whirlwind called The Holidays. You know, where you feel you need a vacation after your supposed winter break.
What’s that? Did I just hear a muffled exhausted, Amen?!
Yes, I know. Hope is found in expectation. And cleanliness lives next door to godliness. (Or something like that.)
Wishing and washing. Planning and purging. These are all good things.
But what happens when we feel weary. Or less than. When we’re so focused on the doing that we forget about the being.
Sometimes we become so consumed with our planning, we lose sight of what and who we already are — heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ. We begin to focus more on the future than the foundation we are already standing on. Living each day as a chosen, holy, beloved child of the King.
Please don’t misunderstand my heart in this. Goal setting and resolution making are both good things. Very good things in fact.
But we cannot let our desires for tomorrow cloud our perspective on what He is doing in and through us today.
Because of His grace. Because of His goodness. Because of His steadfast love.
It’s okay to not have it all planned out. (My sincerest apologies to my Type A friends.)
I’m not saying to take the lazy route and give yourself a complete pass on any planning for the future. Because God has given us wisdom and clarity, as well as the Holy Spirit, to guide us through the big and little decisions of our day. But don’t panic if you don’t have every … single … detail … graphed, penciled in, and figured out. Just be committed to following His heart and His plan.
So take a deep breath with me. And give those goals and desires and dreams and plans for the year to Him.
For His plans are so much better than anything we could dream up anyway. Because He is God after all. If He can form the mountains, He can carry you and He can carry me. Today, tomorrow, and always.
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