2018 has been an interesting year.
It started out with so much hope, so many aspirations. All in the form of the usual New Year’s resolutions. You know, the ones people set and then fail at a week later. But mine were different.
I was determined.
I set out to complete my list. Three things. Not much. Easily doable.
My first goal – to edit my manuscript and send it out to publishers/agents.
What actually happened – I got completely overwhelmed by the editing process and only did content editing on the first six chapters.
My second goal – to join a gym and exercise more. You can guess how that turned out.
My third goal – to be a better friend. To write, call and visit more often. And while I have spent a good amount of time with my friends this year, it never feels like enough.
How does all of this leave me? To be honest, disappointed. But also a little proud of what I did do. I may have failed, but not completely.
I made new friends. I did some editing and I learned from my experience with the writing contest I entered in October. And yesterday I went to the store and finally bought a new pair of earbuds to motivate me to go to the gym.
This makes me more determined than ever to achieve my goals in 2019.
How do I know I will accomplish all of this?
Because nothing is impossible with God. And it doesn’t take much. Just a little faith. A teeny bit really – the size of a mustard seed – and I can move mountains.
Plus there’s something else. Every year on New Years Eve my family has Chinese takeout for dinner. And this was inside my fortune cookie.
I like to think it’s God’s way of offering a little bit of encouragement. Telling me that if I can just have that little bit of faith, I can move those mountains of doubt and do anything I set my mind to.
Sending prayers that 2019 brings you hope, love, and the grace to get you through the tough times.
And faith – no matter how little – to help you move mountains.
Happy New Year!