With the start of the new year, I've been doing quite a bit of thinking. Last year at this time I felt so much hope and was anxious for all of the good things I just KNEW the year would bring. I could not have been more wrong. Last year I experienced the most difficult, soul-draining, gut-wrenching trials I have ever been through. I cried more than I though was physically possible, and at times I was pushed beyond what I thought I was capable of handling. But as horrible as the year was, I learned so much.
I learned that I'm stronger than I thought I was. I learned to find joy wherever and whenever possible, even in the littlest things. I learned to appreciate more fully the blessings I have. I learned that God always answers our prayers, even the unsaid prayers, but not always in the way we expect. I learned to see my trials as blessings, and opportunities to expand and grow.
Now as we're a month into 2013, I've begun to feel that hope creep in again. This year can't possibly be as bad as last year, right? And so far it has been better than I could have hoped for. I started January 1st with a paid day off (perks of working in a bank) AND a promotion with a pay increase. Then Nick and I got to hang out with my family in Cancun for 11 days (post and pictures to follow in the next week or so).
Even if this year is the year I'm hoping and fervently praying for, I don't want to become complacent. I want to continue to do those things that helped pull me through the trials of last year - I want to find a way to stay humble and rely on my Heavenly Father the way I had to over and over again last year.
So here's to a phenominal year. I only have two resolutions: 1. Get pregnant and 2. Actually have the baby this time. I don't think that is too much to ask. It's not like I want world peace or anything...
