There's something wonderful about new beginnings. It can feel like a breath of fresh air stepping into a new year with hope for what's to come. If I'm being totally honest, I have mixed feelings about 2019. This has probably been the most conflicted start to a new year that I've experienced. 2018 was full of sorrow for me, particularly the last half. So in one sense, a new beginning could not have come soon enough. Yet on the other hand I am mourning in the realest way what it means to start a completely whole new year without my mom. Now that the holidays are over, the initial shock of her passing gone, I am left wondering what life is to look like moving forward. It feels surreal. Something I struggle to put into words so I am not going to try.
I've been praying over what the future looks like. Lord, how do I live now? What do I do with the knowledge that I've been given and the heartache I've experienced as I move forward? I don't ever want my life to be the same, in fact it can't. I love the idea of setting goals, of having something to work towards. I've always felt motivated and accomplished when I have a to-do list. But this year I don't want to do that. I just can't even try to get myself to set specific goals. Instead two words keep coming to my mind as I pray. ETERNAL and EMPTY. What...?
As I've thought long and hard and prayed about what God wants for and from me, I keep coming back to these two words. For two and a half years, and specifically the last 6 months, I keep coming back to a place of eternal focus. Shifting my gaze from the circumstances around me that are consuming me, to an upward focus of WHO holds my future. As I keep looking up, the more I realize I need to let go. This is where I've realized that I want Him to keep emptying me. That I wouldn't hold on anymore to things or even relationships, but instead hold Him higher. That I would be emptied of myself, that my desires would be His, that then He could use me to pour out for His eternal work.
This has come from a long road of heartache and pain. I still find myself paralyzed by the reality of my life sometimes, not wanting to believe it. But there is hope! And having a thankful heart that reflects the blessings we've been given is something that can turn any situation around! I pray that in this next year there will be healing, rest, laughs, memories, new traditions and most of all that God would use me, my mom's legacy, my family and that we would honor Him as we lay down more of ourselves to be His vessels. I am counting on God as we step into 2019 with hopeful and thankful hearts.