I
clearly remember this time last year, sitting on this exact same chair, drinking
hot chocolate and listening to this song on repeat. Similar to last year, I’m
incredibly happy to write a small, but meaningful, “The End” on 2012.
The
special thing about December 31st is that it bursts at the seams with
364 days’ worth of memories and tears and laughter and songs and pictures. The special
thing about January 1st is that it doesn’t burst at the seams with
anything. It’s another chapter, a blank page. And it’s not as if the bad things
from the past year (or twenty years) go away, but there’s a sense of freshness
that comes with a new year, right? Even if it’s a mental thing, I’m personally thrilled
to start writing on a blank page.
For
me, 2012 was marked by pain and provision. Provision can’t really come without pain,
I guess, so there’s a sense in which pain is a provision in itself. Pain
provides a place in which God can provide. That's a cool thought, but I'll wrap it up before I go completely Dr. Seuss on you.
Here’s
to 2012 in all its crap and glory.
May
2013 be half as crappy and twice as glorious!