I asked my husband last night, "What are you most proud of accomplishing over the past year?" I was trying to be all lovey-dovey and reflective and cute, but men don't really feed in to that sort of thing, do they? He grunted a reply while I sat, half-listening, thinking about what my own answer would be. What would you say?
A few weeks ago, God laid the word perspective on my heart. This word has been ever present in my daily life since then. This year most of us have dealt with unimaginable sadness at some point, hopefully unimaginable joy at another. Some of us are eager to see this year go, and others are anticipating the joys that a new year will bring. As a country, we have bickered over elections and banned together over heartache. I have welcomed a new class of children, and yearned for children of my own. I have cried and laughed and cried again. And I hope to cry and laugh and cry again next year. We are only human. We can never hope for perfect. We can hope for perspective.
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