It’s been a year rich with variety:
tender conversations with people I love,
being misunderstood and unheard by some,
being truly cared for and acknowledged by others.
Feeling kindness when I didn’t see it coming,
and attempting to accept what can never be changed.
Laughter, music, tears, blue days as well as sunny ones,
discovering new friendships and rekindling old ones,
launching a little business before I felt ready,
figuring out how to best mother my children where they’re at right now,
listening, saying I’m sorry, trying things even if I’m uncertain,
living through pain and finding joy in the middle of sorrow,
looking at life with openness and a sense of the possible,
trusting that God’s love for me is unwavering,
that God loves all of us, bruised and broken as we are.
I am giving thanks that, for all my faults, I am still capable of loving and being loved,
As long as I live, I have a chance to love, to work, to grow, to be myself in this world.