In a few moments the calendar will flip to a new page with a new year. 2017. In so many ways, saying this brings relief. I have high hopes for 2017. I am so weary from 2016. And yet, I need to pause.
I need to not hurry into the freshness of the new without reflecting on the sweet moments (and the learning moments!) of 2016.
A year ago at this time, as the clock was ticking, I had no idea that this year would finally entail us acting on our dream of becoming licensed foster & adoptive parents. I had no idea that we would get our first placement, and have our hearts ripped out so soon afterwards. I had no idea that our next placement would involve me reading parenting books, articles, blogs, Facebook help groups, and everything in between.
A year ago I didn’t anticipate losing a friend from college and processing grief in a new way. I didn’t realize that “leading” my church’s clothing give-away outreach event would show me so much of my sin and really just empty me. I didn’t believe we’d go through 6 months of the fellow’s unemployment, and I for sure didn’t believe I’d still be living in this house.
I’m thankful for a year of growth in 2016, but I am so, so tired. I’m praying for kindness and patience in abundance (in me) for 2017. I’m hoping for a foster placement that won’t be scared or uncertain of the fellow. I’m hoping for more time to clean and organize.
I’m thankful that Jesus makes all things new.