I always like a fresh start. I like the start of a New Year, a new month, a new week even. Each weekend I like to sit down and map out our week and look at the week ahead with a clean slate and much anticipation. (passion planner anyone?)
With that said, I had/have high hopes for 2018.
2017 threw our little McLendon tribe some doozies. With the exception of Seminary Graduation being a high mountain in the middle of it, it goes down as our toughest year yet. Having to make really tough decisions (parenting is no joke!), leaning in desperately knowing that He absolutely knows what is best. In the midst we were somehow re-learning how to trust. In the end, we are stronger for it and desperate for His MORE for our little family of three.
To a Fresh Start:
2018. Yes, you are here and we had high hopes for you and then January came and it went. With a beautiful retreat in the middle of it. And then snow days (times a bizzilion) and pink eye for Jude to finish out the month (insert the mama’s gone crazy emoji here). There was absolutely no routine.
2018. You are still here. You are still beautiful and in the midst of you I hear God’s whisper, “It’s okay.” It is okay that January did not look like you thought it would, or wanted it to. 2018 you have already brought sweet kisses from heaven and glimmers of hope of what is to come.
It may not have looked like you wanted…but there is always a Fresh Start around the corner.
It is February. It is a Monday.