Ah, New Year’s resolutions. The world first tells us to make them, promising success if we purchase this, this, and this. Then the world likes to rub it in our faces so that by day 6 most of us have given up. Day 6! Not even a full week.
For those of you who are having a hard time getting in the Christmas Spirit or finding joy in your daily life, I understand. I tenaciously pursue God’s joy but have been like a treasure hunter searching for treasure in North America while using a map of Asia. Suffice to say, it’s not working out for me.
You weren’t made to be comfortable on a couch eating chocolate. You were made to be the hands and feet of Christ extending his love to all. You were made to take risks for the love of God. Sound scary? Maybe so, but you were made for greatness.
I messed up. I sent a work email in haste and it came across poorly. Enter the devil. Once I figured out just how badly I had messed up, the attacks came.
We were simply talking and it suddenly came out of my mouth without thinking. I expressed my hope in God and my trust in His divine providence and love. I thank God for such a beautiful gift. But that got me to thinking: what does it really mean to hope in God?