Seriously, folks. I don't know who decided that New Year's resolutions were a good idea.
They're bad. Nothing but trouble.
We're three days into this year and I'm already hopelessly behind and disappointed in myself. I didn't even make a formal list. And I like making lists. I purposely avoid making a tangible list of resolutions, because then I can't be held accountable to what I penned in a state of euphoric inspiration. Who's with me?
Here is all I will commit to in writing: Love God and love others.
It's not new to this year; It's not confined to the little squares on a calendar. I began this blog with love, and God continues to chisel the meaning of those four letters deeper into my soul.
The new year is laid before us, full of promises, challenges, and memberships to the gym. There is a hopefulness that this is "the year". Perhaps I will accomplish healthier meals on the table, a realistic fitness routine, smiling often, exercising more patience and entertaining friends on a regular basis. But if 2013 ends up being "the year" of nothing else, I pray I have been etched more severely at the hands of Him who knows how firmly to apply pressure. He is The Master Craftsman, and He wields his tools with unmatched expertise. His medium is love; His is not a spineless infatuation. His love can challenge us to the point of despair: Despair that I cannot love enough. That is the beauty of His love. I cannot love completely, but He can love through me. When I feel I cannot possibly love another person or give love to one who seems to gobble it up and demand more, God meets me at that point and infuses me with more of his love. There is nothing more important and more stretching than to love God and love others. Perhaps this is what God is preparing me to do?
So, 2013, my goals for you will wholly falter by February, but I pray we all carry the mantle of God's love into this year with unmatched fervor. And may we find ourselves in December with an unimaginable capacity to love beyond ourselves.