I love New Year endings and beginnings. Unfortunately my love for them has more to do with regrets than hope, I'm afraid. At this time of year when I'm taking stock of the way I've loved and the way I've hated, I wish I could shut the door and never look back. I always find myself asking for a second (third, fourth, fifth....) chance to get it right -- to be a better mother, wife, Kingdom builder. I ache for another shot at using my voice and my life to speak for a God that so many can't see or hear. I fear another year of mistakes and squandered opportunities. But we all know that that kind of thinking can lead to a paralysis of sorts -- an inability to even start.
God never meant for me to keep a record of wrongs, including my own. When I think about 2009 He wants me to remember the times I sang my note and sang it well. He wants me push on and to never give up and to be gentle with the life He formed for His purpose. He wants me to enter 2010 remembering who I am and who He is, and the rest will follow. No regrets.