A Letter to...Me

Dear Me,

2012 was a grand year. I graduated from college. I made some amazing friends. I made decisions, which do not easily happen for me . I went outside of my own country, and left a piece of my heart there. I became a part of history and voted in our country’s election. I tried new things.

Those are the things I don’t think of first when I think of 2012. Instead I think of all the things I didn’t do or should have done. 

2012 is gone, in the history books, scribbled in the pages of my journal, wiped from my memory…well I wish. A new year is here, a fresh start, but the past is still with me. I may be in a new year, but I have brought every thing from 2012 with  me and I will carry it with me for the rest of my life.

 Mistakes, failures, things not accomplished, things said can haunt my memory or I can choose to see those things as not a pitiful wast of my life, but as lessons learned. I didn’t choose to fail at life, but I can to choose to see the failure as dare I say it…a good thing. 2012 holds regrets and moments of how could I be so insensitive and ridiculous. Those are the things I can either choose to see as a wreck or see as a work of God’s grace. God choosing to use me despite my inability to follow Him completely.  The past cannot be changed, but by the grace of God the past does not have to rule my life, but instead can shape me into what God wants me to be. 

2013 is upon us. I have made my list of goals (yes I am one of those people). One year from now if God wills 2014 will be here and to be honest it’s a very certain thing that 2013 will have its own regrets.

 No I am not planning to fail, but I have tasted the bitterness of life and know how easy it is for life to slap you in the face. The touch of God’s grace is gentle and it is by His grace that I can make the small choice of discipline that applies to so many areas of life. I look into the new year full of hope and joy. Not because of accomplishments I want to happen, but because  a faithful God who I know who is going to prune me. It’s a scary adventure, but with the peace of God surrounding me I’m ready for it.

Yours Truely,

Yourself.

P.S. 

I wrote this in a coffee shop. I must confess I've never done that before and it made me feel very uh bloggerish.