January 7, 2020
My fellow booklover,
A new year has begun. Do you find that as hard to believe as I do? It seems not all that long ago that I compiled my goals for 2019, and now I face that same challenge for another year. Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the effort, especially after failing to meet my goals like I did this last year.
Yet that is the wonderful thing about a New Year. It is a
chance to step back, take a deep breath, dream a little, reflect a little, and
begin again.
Yes, I know. I’ve heard the naysayers too. How nothing
really changes between December 31 and January 1. How most resolutions are
broken within a week. How it’s just a bunch of psychological gobbledygook.
But is it? Is this changing of the calendar as insignificant
as flipping a piece of paper? Or can it mean a little bit more?
Not that you or I won’t fail this coming year. We will.
After all, I’m human. So are you. No, the point of a New Year is not to
eradicate failure or deny that it will occur, to believe all our troubles are
gone and everything will be perfect from now on. Rather, a new year is a gift
of God, a chance to remember that His mercies are new, not just each year, but
every morning.
And because of that hope, we can turn the page and begin
again. Today. Tomorrow. And every day of the year to come.
Dreaming bigger, growing deeper,
Chawna
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