I used to make New Years resolutions ridiculously.
As if New Years resolutions could somehow make a life.
But life isn’t made from making resolutions, as much as it is by living with resolve.
And so, a few years back, I started by choosing just one word for my year. One word to encapsulate the kind of resolve – intention – that I wanted to live that year.
Yesterday, January 1, 2018 – I put on my running shoes and walked out onto my front porch, stretched and ran in the glow of morning light rising between the leafless, snow-covered tree limbs. My feet found their pace on snow-covered sidewalks, to the rhythm of these words –
O let this be where I die
My Lord with thee crucified
Be lifted high as my kingdoms fall
Once and for all, once and for all
This is the year of
The year of no-turning-back.
Letting love be the loudest voice.
Facing insecurities head-on.
Saying no to selfishness.
Loving others better.
Committing less, to be more committed.
Because once and for all, Christ died –
and we have been set free from the bondage of sin, self and shame, called out of darkness and called into the Light.
Golden light spilling through the trees, washing my cold cheeks in warm sunshine as I ran –
into the New Year.
Fearless – because come what may, Christ died, once and for all, to set the captives free.
And these words playing, as my feet slowed to a walk, two-and-a-half miles into my first run of a new year.
Happy New Year!