Every Year With Jesus Is A Good Year

I haven’t been in the “zone” now for seven months! Seven. Months. And decluttering, not writing, is currently at the top of my agenda. But since my friends and family appreciate the personal touch, here’s a little recap of 2017:

It was a year of growing pains. Old “skeletons” came out of their closets. Idols toppled. There was a lot of pressure at home and at work, conflict within and conflict without, and many hard things that only God knows about.

God knows I’m not made out of stone. My brain was tired, and my heart was tired. I crept out of bed in the mornings like Bartleby the Scrivener, tempted to shed faith and morality like a dress that doesn’t fit anymore. I had to re-evaluate my convictions and my familial loyalties while getting involved (way over my head) in the family business.

But enough with the drama. I’m actually here to tell you that it was a good year.

In 2017, I was reunited with my long-lost Gypsy sister in California, who had been dead to me for fifteen years. In 2017, I had a beautiful Passover celebration with my family (a rich, newfound tradition for us Christians). In 2017, Jewish believers “came out of the woodwork” and threw their prayer shawls over me. In 2017, for the first time in my adult life, I had the luxury of consistencyconsistency in a routine, consistency in a relationship–and I saw God’s grace flow freely in the areas of my life that weren’t clogged with worry.

During a trip to Mexico in February, I met a lady who was newly divorced, facing an uncertain future, alone.

“2016 was a crappy year,” I said.

She cupped my face in her hands and smiled.

“No, my dear. Every year with Jesus is a good year.”

I have much to learn, and much to unlearn, but here’s to 2017.

Here’s to learning that God’s best for me might not look like His best for someone else, and that He doesn’t ask me to do anything for Him that He wouldn’t do for me, and that He will grant the ability to meet any challenge.

Here’s to zipping around cobbled streets in little pea-green taxis, and sunburn and food poisoning, and old couples dancing the tango at night.

Here’s to divine provision, divine protection, and divine appointments.

Here’s to peaceful walks by the ocean and ravishing sunsets and gentlemen with strong shoulders and joy rides in sporty little birds…

Here’s to being chosen in Jesus before the creation of the world (Ephesians 1:4), crucified with Jesus (Romans 6:6, Galatians 2:20), buried and raised up with Jesus (Romans 6:4, Colossians 2:12), and seated with Jesus in heavenly places (Ephesians 2:6).