I’m not one for year-end list making, and if you’re one to make those lists of resolutions, don’t look for them here. I learned a long time ago just saying something or hoping something doesn’t make something happen.
By the time the end of the year approaches I’m not sure what all took place in it. I’ve had to go back and check reviews to see if I read a book this year, last year, or the year before last. Some of them stand out and seem recently read because they were the rare ones that stayed with me, that still elicit certain feelings when I recall their titles and characters. So many more swirl in my memory as if in a blender, and I have to go back to their copy to separate them from each other.
If I were to attempt to list any accomplishments, they would definitely be centered on—and radiate outward from—I added friends who love the Lord and comment here, who offer their best efforts at writing stories, and who will be published someday. I worked on two separate novels, unrelated to each other, but still unfinished. I solidified other relationships with my author friends. I received two rejections for one novel, knowing it might not be a good fit for either publisher but receiving a good report from one editor.
The trauma of divorce was finalized and resulted in a unique and unanticipated freedom for my oldest son even though there remains the residue of extreme sacrifice. He never wavered in his love for the Lord and gained a closeness and dependence upon the Lord for things he could not do for himself.
In spite of myself, I move on, waiting on the Lord for His timing of many things. Life is but a breath . . . I’m glad and grateful to be inhaling and exhaling.
As the day blends into the night and pushes forward into the dawn of a new year: I wish you the Love of the Lord Jesus Christ in ever-expanding measure. Nothing compares or is more cherished and precious. God bless you in His abundance in 2011.