Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Worst Year Ever
Looking back, I can see only a few stressors, but boy were they big. Betrayed in a very passive/aggressive way more than once by someone I thought was a friend. A family member's stress that bled over into my life almost daily. In a lot of ways, blogging daily during October about Down syndrome was stressful, particularly when I lost several friends in the fallout.
Many times, God seemed far away and inaccessible. Many times, I coasted in my Christian life; the Memorial Box Monday posts gave me sustenance as I tried to keep God's amazing faithfulness in the forefront of my mind and heart.
As the year concluded, in my mind I really was calling it the Worst Year Ever, remembering only the trauma.
Ouch. I used to like you, Francis.
You know what else reeks of arrogance? Remembering only the slights, the hurts, the betrayals. It points to a person who is full of herself and thinks she didn't deserve any of it, that all she deserved was the barely remembered happy times, new friends, rich blessings. Double ouch.
I don't normally make New Year's Resolutions but if I were to make one this year it might be something like this: Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. 1 Peter 5:6
I believe that may be the way to the Best Year Ever.