Life offers us lots of questions and very few answers. It sets before us many paths, but very few reliable directions about which path is the best for us.
We are bombarded with decisions — should I take this job? Should I quit this job?! We have endless choices — is this the college for me? Is this the guy for me? Is this the church where God wants me to be?
It’s a new year and time to rethink, rearrange, and redo!
We’re in the thick of that around here — we did a rethink and now we’re rearranging and redoing our basement.
I am a mom of two sons. But, if I had a daughter, this is what I would tell her. And, if I could go back in time and sit down with my teenage self, this is what I would tell her too.
My friend, plant these words deep in the soil of a young woman’s heart that you love – may they be words that grow into sturdy and steadfast character.
“That’s what we gotta do this year soldiers—TRUST. We gotta trust God to open doors. Close doors. CREATE doors. BE the door.”
That was a tweet I saved from @KirkFranklin a little while ago, because it really made me think. Did you notice that he calls us soldiers? You, me, us— we’re soldiers.
We are all together, on the winning team, and striving upward and onward. Thinking of the new year like that really does ground me in Truth. It makes the times I waver or question myself a little less daunting to overcome. You and me, we’re on the winning team, sister.
But, there’s another thing about Kirk’s tweet that makes me think about this new year. See how he talks about doors?
My friend Judy sent me the best email this week. The subject line read “Welcome to the Fifties!” I feel honored to be in the club. I have to share what she wrote, because the great thing is that no matter what your age, her “welcome” will apply to you. It’s a great reminder to be present and enjoy where you are, because where you are is a great place to be.
It makes me wonder how different – and how much better – our lives would be if we saw every year, every day as a place we get to enter? What if we saw each moment as an experience that we welcomed? When you read her email, you might just get a clue of what that outlook looks like.
