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Fallen Short But Falling Upward: Reflections for the New Year

How often do we inflict burdens of our own making on ourselves? Expectations of who we should be, how much we should accomplish—and how fast. Especially now, near the end of a year and the beginning of the next, I find myself measuring the last twelve months. Passing judgement on how I’ve performed. Plotting out how to be more productive, more successful, more EVERYTHING next time.

Reflection is good, and so is making plans. I’m not about to tell you (or myself) to stop setting goals and trying to meet them.

But if you’re anything like me, a goal or New Year’s resolution can quickly become a self-created law. And much like the Pharisees who piled hundreds of new commandments atop the original ten, our self-imposed expectations can become a heavy weight to bear.

“So it makes no sense to me that some of you are testing God by burdening His disciples with a load that neither our forefathers nor we have been able to carry. No, we all believe that we will be liberated through the grace of the Lord Jesus—they also will be rescued in the same way.”

Peter speaking in Acts 15:10-11 (VOICE)

No matter how perfectly I craft my goals at the beginning of a new year, by December I have always fallen short somewhere. Granted, I’m often further along than I would have been without a goal at all, but the point is, I do fall short. And in that gap between where I landed and where I meant to be, there lies the disappointment, the condemnation, the hundreds of “Yes, but not quites…”

But MUST I Write?

I find myself in that strange no man’s land that all writers encounter: the land of in between.

It is here that I am both waiting for one story to spread its wings and sail into the wide world… and forging a path into the briars of a new story. And, to my chagrin, making only slow, halting progress on both fronts.

It is here that all manner of enemies from the other side of the war may happen across my path.

The Joys of 2020 & A Vision for 2021

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Recently, I’ve been thinking about the power of thankfulness. How it grounds us in this present moment. How it drives out fear and replaces it with peace. How it leads to real, actual, hold-it-in-your-hands joy. It’s no coincidence that I’ve been reading One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. As I slowly page through Ann’s journey of eucharisteo—the Greek term for when Jesus broke the bread and gave thanks in Luke 22—I find myself on a closer lookout for reasons to give my own thanks.

2020 was wild and exhausting for many reasons, but in spite of it all, my rearview mirror shows me countless blessings. Silver linings. Little reasons to smile. All-encompassing gifts. And I want to pause for a moment to reflect. To say thank you.

It’s my custom every January to write a blog post looking back at last year’s progress and looking ahead to the new year’s goals. Because those are things I thrive on: setting objectives, measuring my momentum.

But if last year taught me anything, it’s that as good as goals are, I can’t measure the worth of my day, my year, or myself by them.

So THIS year… let’s do it a little differently. Instead of progress, I want to count blessings. And above setting goals, I want to cast a vision.

Pour a cup of coffee, grab your coziest sweater, and let’s reflect and dream together a little.

6 “Remembrances” to Defeat Self-Doubt

“I’m returning to my work-in-progress!” she announced to the world. “It’s been three months! I can’t wait to write again!” And everyone cheered.

But, dear reader, she did not in fact return to the novel she was supposed to edit until sixteen days later. She had good reasons for delaying—actual Reasons, not Excuses—but by the time she hauled out the laptop, notebook, sticky notes, pens, and spreadsheet… an insidious little something had time to kick in.

Self-Doubt.

Yes, between her zealous announcement and the actual action, her old friend returned to give her a poke in the ribs. Now, this “old friend” had reared its ugly head before, and she knew a few tricks for fending it off. But even so, Self-Doubt had a nasty habit of showing up from time to time and giving her a heckling when she least expected it.