The way I’d like to describe how 2021 started was similar to the feeling of an old type writer handle, that you have to push aside to get to the next line. It was a little bit of a “meh” feeling. I did try to pump myself up and dive deep into optimism and, and, and – but I honestly got quite lost in the instant busy-ness of the year – literally as the gun went off I was out of the blocks on the go.
I thought I was going to run hard – do it all, make it “the best year ever”. I mean why not? We’ve started renovating our house – its going to be the way I’ve wanted it for years. The kids are in an amazing place and have the capacity to do all of the things – but, whenever I sat down with my heart and my thoughts to seek out “my word for the year” – all I could hear the Lord gently whispering in my ear was,
“turn around, face the corner – drown out the noise and focus. Focus on me.”