Today, I thought I’d chat a bit about the new year. I’m not a big resolutions person. Sure, I like goals. Yes, I feel I have to organize/purge before the new year starts. And I most certainly like to audit how I think I’m managing in certain areas of my life. But I’m not big on “Must only drink water for 30 days” goals. I gave myself a word for the year: expectant.
2020 was anything but predictable. However, it brought everything I needed. It taught me I’m not in control, it taught me I’m stronger than I ever thought possible, it humbled me beyond what I thought possible, it taught me what really matters and it taught me perspective.
We see a tiny cottage. God sees a palace. We see destruction. God sees construction and restoration. We see only what the human mind can imagine. God is building something we cannot even fathom. And in the end, maybe it’s not what God is working on but how God is working in us that matters most of all.
God is writing a story greater than I could ever imagine.
Instead of saying I’m excited for 2021, I’ll say I’m expectant. Expectant for all God will continue to do in my life. No looking back. Let’s do this 2021!