Once upon a time, I hated New Year’s Eve. It meant that I had to make some vow to change, in a way that I didn’t really want to change. Every year, I would make my obligatory New Years’s Resolution without heart, vision, belief, or commitment. Of course, I always tried to make it at least a few days. Then, I could proclaim that I had at least tried. However, I didn’t. I didn’t try to better myself or my life. I was stuck in a negative pattern of hopelessness and I chose—year after year—to stay there.
It wasn’t until I dared to dream that I truly started to live. I can’t even tell you the power of a dream to a broken heart. My dreams helped me to climb out of the hole of pain, helplessness, and depression. A vision for the life I wanted to create gave me hope. And hope gave my life meaning again.
Now every year, I sit down as a little kid on Christmas with my pad of paper and heart full of dreams. I no longer look at what I have to give up, but I’m excited for what I have to gain. And for several hours, I just write—all of my big, scary dreams. I shed a few tears, say a few prayers, and ask God to lead me.
It’s so exciting to envision what could be. So often the devil lies to us and tells us that we can’t do this or that, and we believe him. What we need to believe, however, is the power of our Lord. With Him all things are possible. He will give us the desires of our heart. I am proof of that. This year, I got a new thumb.
My advice to you, my sweet friends, is to get out your paper and pen and start dreaming. Then, every day look at your dreams and ask God to help you bring them about. Let’s make 2017 wonderful!
Love and blessings,