Most years on December 31st, I write a blog post reflecting on the past year and make some sweeping declarations of what went right, what went wrong, and then give some encouragement on how we all can be better in the coming year. I started writing that post this morning, and abandoned it shortly afterward. This year, it all just feels…different.
Certainly many have tried over the last few days and weeks to encapsulate this year into words. It’s a challenge. Even now, sitting here beginning to write this post for the second time, I’m struggling to focus. We’ve just experienced a year unlike any other – a global pandemic, a particularly hostile election, civil and political unrest, wildfires that ravaged entire communities, and continued terror across the globe.
Everyone I know is exhausted.
That’s why, this year, I’m not going to add to the noise. I’m not going to talk about the struggles of the year – the anxiety, the politics, the deconstruction. It’s certainly been a really challenging year – even for those of us that have made it through relatively shielded from the worst parts of 2020 – but we’ve all heard enough about the hardships.
Instead, I want to look forward, into a hopeful future, even if the near future promises to look a lot like the not-so-distant past. While things may not change much as the clock strokes midnight tonight, let us for a moment acknowledge that heaviness, and point our heart toward hope.Read More