2015 was in honesty a terrible year. Probably the worst year of my life. Or at least a different kind of terrible than any other terrible. This year was on a whole different level.
On Christmas Eve, we visited a church where the pastor gave a great sermon. He talked about how a long time ago people would bring evergreen trees into their homes during the winter as a reminder that spring was coming. Eventually the Christians adopted that tradition as a reminder of the promise of new life and resurrection in Jesus. It was a reminder of hope. Of life.
That was so incredibly beautiful to me.
As I think about the year 2016, I feel a variety of things. Numbness. Hesitation. Wondering if it will be filled with even more heartbreak. But I also feel hope. It’s a brand new start in a way. I am a completely different person than I was before. The past couple years have defined me, and the past few months have even more so.
There is hope. There is goodness. No matter the heartache of this year, there is hope. There is hope because Jesus came into the world. Because He died on a cross and rose again. There is hope because God is good and He is always at work for His good purposes.
There is hope. There is beauty.
As we close out this incredibly difficult year, I look forward to hope. With hope.