Dear Me,
2012 was a grand year. I graduated from college. I made some
amazing friends. I made decisions, which do not easily happen for me . I went outside of my
own country, and left a piece of my heart there. I became a part of history and
voted in our country’s election. I tried new things.
Those are the things I don’t think of first when I think of
2012. Instead I think of all the things I didn’t do or should have done.
2012 is gone, in the history books, scribbled in the pages
of my journal, wiped from my memory…well I wish. A new year is here, a fresh
start, but the past is still with me. I may be in a new year, but I have brought
every thing from 2012 with me and I will carry it with me for the rest of my life.
Mistakes, failures, things not accomplished, things said can haunt my memory or
I can choose to see those things as not a pitiful wast of my life, but as
lessons learned. I didn’t choose to fail at life, but I can to choose to see
the failure as dare I say it…a good thing. 2012 holds regrets and moments of
how could I be so insensitive and ridiculous. Those are the things I can either
choose to see as a wreck or see as a work of God’s grace. God choosing to use
me despite my inability to follow Him completely. The past cannot be changed, but by the grace of
God the past does not have to rule my life, but instead can shape me into what
God wants me to be.
2013 is upon us. I have made my list of goals (yes I am one
of those people). One year from now if God wills 2014 will be here and to be
honest it’s a very certain thing that 2013 will have its own regrets.
No I am
not planning to fail, but I have tasted the bitterness of life and know how
easy it is for life to slap you in the face. The touch of God’s grace is gentle
and it is by His grace that I can make the small choice of discipline that
applies to so many areas of life. I look into the new year full of hope and
joy. Not because of accomplishments I want to happen, but because a faithful God who I know who is going to
prune me. It’s a scary adventure, but with the peace of God surrounding me I’m
ready for it.
Yours Truely,
Yourself.
P.S.
I wrote this in a coffee shop. I must confess I've never done that before and it made me feel very uh bloggerish.
1 comment:
love it :) wish I had a coffee shop to blog in around here! :)
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