It’s resolution-time and despair is thick in the air. Why bother trying? The stats tell us we will fail and all will be for naught. But yet my soul refuses to listen. I refuse to sink down. I stubbornly cling to my quiet optimism and hope for renewal, that one day my old self will be gone forever, and that while I wait I am His image-bearer and love-bearer in this world and I will never ever give that away. I can never sacrifice my opportunity to live and love more fully in His way.
It’s a slow fading of darkness into night and another year marches to a close. The minutes tick by as we make our choices and live our lives with breath in and breath out without even noticing most of the time that’s it’s an utter miracle just to be alive. And life continues while we catch up, with scrambled eggs and car drives and budgeting and kissing in the kitchen. We are the people of fresh new moments and life in the fast lane, trying to slow down. Trying to remember the reason for the sun’s rise every morning. And every so often the glimmer of unveiled knowing shines through the cracks of our constructed reality and we truly see what it’s all about. And we exhale our thanks to Him, and declare our refusal to ever stop saying yes to hope and love and the beauty of it all. The quiet knowing that I can do better (in His strength) and that I was made for more than mediocrity. Passionate resolve is my life’s amen and so I raise my glass to hope and give a nod to deep breaths of grace and second chances, and thirds, and so on.
These days are heavy with the never-giving-up on the living, and I make my art by saying yes.