Last year, and almost every year, I start January and feel like God is really pulling me back to him. To routine. Regime. Consistency. Last year I knew that my ‘word’, focus, goal, resolution, whatever, was Contentment. And that really did mark my year. We fell more in love with our marriage, our kids, and our “lot”. We weren’t aching for change or grasping at new job opportunities (like the previous year). We were setting into a new normal (heyo baby #2!) and remembering and being washed with a new understanding of contentment with where we are and what we have.
This year I expected the same. A call to read through the bible, or to have a very set quiet time, or to… something. Instead? I feel the need for that relationship to grow (obviously) but the calling that seems the loudest? I feel like God is telling our family to Hold On Tight. This is a big year.
I have no idea why. I have no idea what that could really mean. And, I hesitate to put it out there because… well, what if nothing happens?
But thats where we are. And it is uncomfortable. I feel as though I am leaning and tipping, lurching and catching balance; Just getting ready to hop on the biggest roller coaster.
So, whatever it is. Here we go.