Updated: Apr 19, 2020
I know I’m not the only one, figuratively.
All the people already making all the plans for what tomorrow will bring or better said, what they are going after and I say, “Good on ya!” I’m here for the party! And I’ll be here to clean up when it’s over because I love you people and more of us need to stick around for the clean up. Amen?
Maybe it’s my headache talking or the 18 lbs, yes for real, I put on since I started my desk job but I’m not planning a “New Year, New Me!” party for tomorrow. No, I’ll be ringing in the New Year sounding like Mariah Carey #prayforMariah2018 singing last New Year’s. Broken, confused and a little off.
Oh, I’m setting goals for sure. Every single day, I make plans. I just keep thinking that while wholeness and being well, finding happiness everyday in every way in just 5 easy steps-isn’t for me this year, or any year really. The way I see it, I will be broken and incomplete until Jesus comes back for me. For me to expect anything else would be wholly and completely disappointing. Trying to strive for wholeness on this side of Glory isn’t happening for me.
My approach just has to be different this time.
So I will celebrate. I’ll celebrate brokenness and the gift of salvation. Hugging people and kissing babies, making sure my breath is fresh when I go in for said love attacks. I’ll celebrate headaches and creaky bones. Being almost there but knowing that this is just one big amazing liminal space and not hoping for something that
Can. Not. Be.
Friends, please hear that I am supporting each and everyone of your quests for whatever you’re questing after and if you know me at all, you know it’s true. Only that for me, I’m calling it like I need to. Next year, I plan to live tomorrow just like I did today, with my very best. Honestly, it looks awesome and awful depending on the hour but I know that I am just putting one foot in front of the other until My Savior comes to take us home. If you haven’t declared a New Year plan, it’s okay. I’ll be over here celebrating more brokenness in 2018 and all the joy found in the cracks.
And there’s always room for one more.