2020's Last Journal Entry

The end of 2020 is finally here. And I'm not excited that it's over. It was a hard year, it tested me in unfamiliar ways but now as I stand at its final moments, I realize that I made it. Despite all odds. 

I am immensely grateful that this far I have come, and that I fashioned and mastered the tools necessary to survive 2020, on the go. I however can't say the same about 2021. 

I have no idea what lies ahead and going by how fast things took a left in 2020, I'm not looking forward to the blind bends of 2021 unfolding. Will I be stretched even further in 2021? Is there a break ahead or does the climb get steeper? 

Unlike prior years, this year I have and still are struggling to put together goals and plans for the year. I'm drawing blanks on so many fronts but I have yet to despair. You see, I have a few promises from a tried, tested and faithful God. Joshua 1:5 "I will never leave you nor forsake you" and Matthew 28:1 "I am with you always, even to the end of the age".

Looking back, I can say that "this far He has brought me and I call him Ebenezer". I'm moving forward tonight knowing I'm walking into 2021 accompanied. 

Comments

  1. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2021 at 11:30 PM

    I have chosen to remove the pressure of setting 12 month goals thanks to the learning I got in 2021. Now working on bite sized short term goals (what am I going to achieve this week, this month), then doing what I can with the knowledge that each piece is valuable in the big puzzle that is my life.
    To 2021, I am ready for you, one piece at a time ����

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