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Wednesday, December 31, 2014

This Year....

This year…..

Exactly one year ago today this blog was started. I didn't want to start it on New Year’s because so many people resolve to blog and start them on the first. Yeah, I’m still a little weird or cool like that depending on how you think of it. 

This year was….

Amazing…
Hard…
New…
Rough…
Good.

This year was full of….
Papers, disappearing and reappearing appetites, broken pencils and a few other things, 100% and 110%, magnolias and bay leaves, pink erasers, purple, Mia, Ms. Prezzie, eye protocols,“It’s hyphenated,” that versatile paisley shirt, wind, 109 degrees, sno-cones, sparklers, sparkling tears and dew drops and dog noses, “ruining holidays,” weddings, wondering, Philly, New Jersey, caps and gowns and gold tassels, pointing at my family and especially my teacher mom in the stands and mouthing thank you, running after that elusive thing called a living, a different kind of Oct. 31, decisions, different directions, calling back, “I’m going to dance [one last time] for all that we've been through,” goodbyes, “I always survive,” numbness, even a thorough Brit on rare occasion has to admit “sometimes the French do do things better than the English,” dancing, well wishes and holiday spirit, “Enough...”

Exponential growth…
Tears…. and the inability to cry…
Smiles and grins and giggles

If I had to pick one word to describe this year, it would be transitions. Last year with two years of school done and 9 months to go, the newest thing was the different types of paper and learning the different professors... well there were other things too but compared to this year it was pretty steady. This year was different. Everything was new. Transitions are hard. They don’t always feel so great while going through them. However, they are necessary and oftentimes eventually, somewhere down the long winding road, you can look back and say you’re better off because of them.

This year was good. But not in the fuzzy, mushy, easy sort of way. Nothing was easy. Nothing. But nothing was so hard I didn't survive thanks to my Leader Whose grace is sufficient for me. It was the very hardness and roughness and toughness that perhaps was the best part of this year. Because everything worth really having is worth working for. The negative made the positive shine brighter. The failure made the victory be not taken for granted. Few people get the chance to go to hell and then soar to heaven all in one year. But I was blessed to. No, I never thought I’d use that word together with that metaphor. But in the moments when the light slipped through the cracks I could see it was blessed. Now that it’s done and over I know for sure. It was blessed. Very blessed.

Welcome New Year. Bring it on because come what may I know I’m held in the palm of the Great I AM, the King of the universe. Am I ready? No, but I have a year’s more experiences and faith to go on. And most of all because of the Man sitting in heaven.

Transitions. Hard. Blessed. Enough. It was a good year.


Welcome Next One.