Last year I had my friend who makes beautiful journals give me one that had bare winter trees, snow on the ground and a few cute bunnies on it. I named it my death journal. I knew that 2011 was the year of death for me. This was meant in a mostly positive way. I wanted to die to my selfish flesh in many ways. I gave up some material pleasures, vanity pursuits, and struggled to turn my complaining heart into a grateful one. I never did fill up the death journal, but it sits as a reminder on my side table in the sun room and occasionally I log something in it that doesn't seem right to post on the WWW. 2011 did turn out to be a year of physical death for my sil Jenny,and although I will never be done with the whole dying to myself theme, I want to leave the year of death, take what I've learned and live a year of hope.
May you find what the Lord has for you this year and be able to see it with the eyes of your heart. Live a purposeful NewYear!
2 comments:
I'm just never gonna be as spiritual as you. I'm hoping for a year of skinny, aka vanity....
We need to catch up. Apparently the possibility of me being a missionary's wife in Africa is seriously more than a possibility.
Yikes and Yay :)
Well said Kartrina. Hope is a very beautiful and inspiring word, may we all bless the God of hope this year.
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