You know, every year when I write these, I feel the urge to be positive about my year; to try and put on a brave face and start this series on a…
“So I looked, and behold, an ashen (pale greenish gray) horse [like a corpse, representing death and pestilence]; and its rider’s name was Death; and Hades (the realm of the dead) was…
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I don’t even want to write this next part down but here goes.
Do I resent God that my year turned out a broken year? No. But did it affect my relationship with Him and my thought process? Definitely.
I’m never broken. I’m usually the strongest in the pack but 2018 broke me.
I have been able to go through the past few years on autopilot, but it is time now to make important decisions and I have to be conscious and deliberate.
The routine has been something like this: use up all my strength at work with little or no strength for home and other things, then repeat loop.
2018 was fast but I mostly stayed focused and foolish.
Treating a new year as your journey’s end is a mistake. One we all make, one I used to make.