Twenty-nineteen is upon us.
I have no New Years resolutions. That's not my silent cry for help or anything, but all I really want this year is rest, not that I would even slow down my life to try to rest.
I have lots of goals, but they are just a continuation of pursuits of the last year. My pursuits from December to January didn't really change.
If there ever was a worst year of my life it was definitely twenty-eighteen. It totally and absolutely kicked my ass. And then hit me in the eye, and pushed me into the ditch.
I think I learned much wisdom and trust in twenty-eighteen, but no part of me would re-live it.
So here we are starting twenty-nineteen. May you just be kinder to me.
We started this year, wild as you would think, hardly keeping our eyes open as we watched Dick Clark's Rockin' New Years Eve. May he rest in peace.
And now we are tearing out our kitchen. Hip, hip, hooray. And by tearing it out, I mean we are gutting this thing. Currently the ceilings have been replaced and we are about to tear up the floor and re-tile. It is coming together. Our new cabinets come in the end of this week, and the following week, the granite.
It will be the kitchen of our dreams when we finish. Fingers crossed.
In the meantime, like there is any meantime, I am also preparing to res-sit my wine exam in Philadelphia next week. I can only hope it goes better than last summer. I am about as prepared as I going to be.
Then, once I return, all my energy is going into publishing my first book, Grains of Grace. Its going to be a short novel based around my experiences of entering my twenties, and how the Lord used those years to teach me grace, humility, and gave me the desire to first serve others. And I just cannot wait for you to read it.