Reflections: On The Eve Of Another Year

Tomorrow is my birthday, which, as always, lends itself to a bit of self-reflection.

The past year can basically be summed up with one word: change. Just 4 days after my last birthday (in which I entered into the new world of the 30s), we packed up and moved to a new city and a new house. Not long after that, we discovered that I was pregnant. In the fall, I sent my oldest off to Kindergarten. In October, we launched our second Access campus. In November, we were told that we had lost our daughter that I carried for 24 weeks.

Change. Lots of change.

Change can be good or change can bad, but it’s all change. Any change can rock our world. This year has felt like non-stop change. As a person who clings to sameness and familiarity, it was often all I could do to just find something (anything!) and grab hold of it for dear life. Surely, I’d think, there was something that was steady in the midst of the constant changes.

You know what? There was something that was constant in all the change: God never left me. I felt sorrow at times, yes. I felt anger at times, yes. I felt grief at times, yes. But I never felt alone. The words of 2 Corinthians 4:8 sum it up perfectly:

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;”

 

Being 30 has been insane, spectacular, and overwhelming, and I cannot wait to see all that 31 holds! The best is yet to come!