When my daughter was very young, she had a hard time with punctuality. She is a very creative person and always has been, and I have noticed in a lot of creative people that they sometimes require more grace in that area. With her, it was never so bad that I opted to adjust the time by 30 minutes when I told her what time we needed to leave the house, but it was close.
Let’s just say, it was a rare day when we exited the premises at the time I had hoped we would.
When she was finally old enough to understand the concept—and its benefits—I taught her how to see the end from the beginning.
"I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope" (Psalm 130:5).
How is your hope-er? You know, that part of you that hopes?
I remember a time in my life when I commented to more than one person that I felt like my hope-er was broken. It felt like I had forgotten how to hope, how to wait with expectation. I had the waiting part down, flawlessly, because it felt like that was all I was doing. But the hope part—the expectation part—seemed to have disappeared.
Thankfully, I also remember how my hope-er began to heal.
I was struggling with something I was trying to write. Every time I sat down at my computer to work on my project, I felt like everything that could be against me was against me. Progress was brutally slow, and when I did take a step forward, I felt like I was walking in mud up to my knees.
It’s New Year’s Eve.
There will be a lot of celebrations tonight, people ringing in the New Year with its empty calendar pages promising fresh starts.
And in the morning, many of those same folks will get started on the resolutions they’ve made, resolutions to be better. Better at what they eat, or don’t. Better at what they do, or don’t. Better at what they say, or don’t.
They hope to make a new “usual,” to have that thing that they are known for because they’ve repeated it enough times it’s become a part of who they are.
I was reading some of my old social media posts recently, from back when I had first started on my journey to be a full-time writer. Feeling the need for some encouragement, I knew that if I could read some of my “Let’s do this” posts, I would recall how beautifully the journey had begun. I was also hoping for some strength to keep going. I'd had my share of doubts and failures, and I needed a reminder to not give up.
Here is one of my posts, not far removed from the very beginning of my new adventure.