Here it is, the middle of January, and I’m just now picking my 2019 word. Let me explain why it took me a while to land on the right word. For some reason, I’m having a hard time getting started on lots of things this year. I’ve been asked to do a few things at church and my underwhelming answer has been, Meh…maybe.. Maybe I don't feel ready to launch into a new year and set new goals, it’s not like 2018 was my favorite year and I don’t’ want to see it go! I just know I’m off to a slow start and giving myself Grace to do exactly that.
At the age of 18 I considered myself mature in the faith (particularly when I compared myself with most of my peers - never a good idea!); at the age of 45 I’m increasingly aware of just how little I really know, especially when it comes to God and his sovereign plan and wisdom. I’m so, so thankful for the life God has given me - getting me back to work, helping me cope with chronic pain, enabling me to take an active role as a husband and father, and filling my life with meaning and purpose. Never in a million years would I have thought debilitating pain, disability, and depression would be some of the tools God would use to get me to this point!
The enemies of David made a career of trying to get him to falter. They were after his heart trying to get him to participate in their schemes. They didn’t like living at peace because they fed themselves off of conflict or drama and they came after those who were living quietly in the land.