I have so many big dreams for 2021. They are supersized outlandish ambitions which means, what!?, I must be feeling hopeful!
People say 2020 was hard…but 2019 was the most difficult year of my life. Even then, I can’t say there wasn’t sweetness in it because it was the only year we had our Kit. Even though there were moments I can only describe as horrific and of the very deepest despair, I am grateful for the beautiful life I was able to participate in for that short time — what a calling God placed on me that year, to be her mother.
When everything that was 2020 descended upon us, I was already of the attitude of “of course, everything is truly wretched” — 2019 had broken me down so much that why should I expect a year to be good? and even with everything that was scary, lonely and sad this year, we have baby B, who brings us such joy.
I’m going to be honest – I don’t expect that globally or nationally 2021 will be better than 2020; but I plan to find sweetness and joy in this year anyway, no matter what it brings. I’ve already got a hold on some hope, and I’m holding on tight.