It's what I need to do but am finding so hard. When the last weeks of December left you excited for a new year with dreams and ambitions, but January 1 found you afraid to get out of bed...And January 2nd left you ready to flush 2014 down the toilet already.
And no amount of positive thinking or preaching the Gospel to yourself seems to be doing the trick. This would-be-fighting has been left on the sidelines for fear. Fear of the past, of the future, of what might come and what might not.
So with trembling heart and hands I whisper my One Word: hope. I've been sitting on it all quiet. Afraid. And not fighting. But the truth is 2013 left me in desperate need of it...
Thank God that for me 2013 went by at lightening speed. Because if I would have had time to dwell on the numerous losses and pain I may have surely given up the fight entirely. And so I step tentatively into 2014. But stepping just the same.
Hope. I pray I can have more of it by the end of the year. I pray that planting it early and in fear leads to growth of more and of myself.
Hope...
