It is the last day of the year. I spoke to someone today and he asked me about what I was going to do today. I told him that my husband and I don’t really do to much. He told me he wasn’t sure what he was going. This year had been very difficult and he didn’t feel much like celebrating the year.
I don’t want to write to much more about the conversation because this is my story and not his. However, it did make me think about how difficult the past year has been and how the future doesn’t seem like it is anything to celebrate with the Omicron variation, high inflation, and uncertainty ahead.
It reminds me of the one lesson that has been the forefront this year for me. God never promised that everything was going to be wonderful; He only promised to be there through it all. Life would be awfully boring if everything was great all the time. It has to be a struggle filled with highs and lows so that we can grow and learn. For myself, I don’t want to be static, like a stagnant body of water where flies lay their eggs and maggots start to grow. I want to be a river like the Amazon that is constantly growing and changing.
Life wasn’t meant to be a gift that was to be questioned, but a gift that I celebrated every day. In the greater scheme of thing, my life is only a little blimp. My worries and problems are so small in comparison to the history of the eons of the earth and universe. And yet, God still care about me and loves me. What an astounding miracle. Yes, I have problems and struggles. I fall and I cry. It isn’t easy for me a lot. Yet, I take time to be grateful for my tiny stupid little life because it is a miraculous gift from God.
Happy New Year.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our lives.
