I haven’t been in the “zone” now for seven months!
I have some free time now, so I’m energized and more like my normal self. Decluttering–not writing–is currently at the top of my agenda (I’ve been inspired by Becky’s blog about minimalist lifestyle, and I’m stoked to try some of her ideas in 2018). But I still have two pet projects that I’m determined to publish this year; and since my friends and family appreciate the personal touch, here’s a recap of 2017:
There were some growing pains. Old family “skeletons” came out of their closets. Idols toppled. There was a lot of pressure at home and at work, and adversities that only God knows about.
My brain was tired, and my heart was tired.
I was tempted to shed faith and morality like a dress that doesn’t fit anymore. I had to re-evaluate my convictions and my relationships while getting involved (way over my head) in the family business; and I found out just how hard it can be to juggle business and personal life. I crept out of bed in the mornings like an old woman, feeling disoriented, depleted, estranged, stuck in a rut, missing my dreams and wanting them back (you know the feeling).
But enough with the melodrama–I’m here to tell you that it was a good year!
In 2017, I was reunited with my long-lost Gypsy sister in LA, who had been dead to me for fifteen years. In 2017, I had a beautiful Passover celebration with my family (a rich, new tradition in our Christian home). In 2017, Jewish believers “came out of the woodwork” and threw their prayer shawls over me. In 2017, for the first time in my adulthood, I had the luxury of consistency—consistency in a routine, consistency in a relationship–and I saw God’s grace flow freely in the areas of my life that weren’t clogged with worry.
During a trip to Mexico in February, I met a lady who was newly divorced, facing an uncertain future, alone.
“2016 was a crappy year,” I said.
She cupped my face in her hands and smiled.
“No, my dear. Every year with Jesus is a good year.”
So here’s to 2017.
Here’s to realizing that God’s best for me might not look like His best for someone else, and that He doesn’t ask me to do anything for Him that He wouldn’t do for me.
Here’s to unfeigned modesty and mutual respect.
Here’s to divine provision, divine protection, and divine appointments.
Here’s to peaceful walks by the ocean and ravishing sunsets and gentlemen with strong shoulders and joy rides in sporty little birds…
Here’s to being chosen in Jesus before the foundation of the world (Ephesians 1:4), crucified with Jesus (Romans 6:6, Galatians 2:20), buried and raised up with Jesus (Romans 6:4, Colossians 2:12), and seated with Jesus in heavenly places (Ephesians 2:6).
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