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I seem to follow a trend during New Year’s Eve.
Last year, I babysat until 1 in the morning and celebrated the new year with Carl (the family’s crazy dog) and myself. The years before I always watched the clock turn to midnight alone in my bedroom. And this year was pretty similar.
To sum it all up, I’ve been sick for like 3 weeks. Around Christmas, I thought I was getting better (my fever left, I got my energy back, and all that remained was a cough) so I went about life as usual. But last week I relapsed even worse. I now come to you from my couch with a headache, gross cough, period cramps, stuffy nose, and hormone-drunk brain.
Yesterday, I felt even worse because I had a fever. So my New Year’s Eve was shaping up to be a real partayyy.
The point is, nothing was perfect. As much as babysitting during NYE seems boring last year, it was actually really cool. Because I got to start 2021 with prayer, worship, and quiet time with God. And I wanted to keep that tradition alive! So even though I felt like a slimy little oyster who’d been plucked out of her shell, I made plans to ring in the new year by spending time with God.
In my mind, I pictured reading that last chapter in Revelation minutes before midnight to finish my Bible in a Year plan. Then, a worship song would play and right as the clock turned midnight, some prophetic part of the song would play and it would bring tears to my eyes. And I’d look out at the snow majestically and ~
Well, disclaimer: that’s not at all how it happened.
This is how it happened:
It was 11:25. I was talking with Owen in our living room and got a cough attack. My mom tiptoed downstairs and suggested I take a steam shower because my gross coughing was waking everybody up.
So I climbed into the shower and tried to breathe for half an hour. When I got out I only had 5 minutes left in 2021, so I rushed to grab my phone so I could at least play a worship song.
The clock struck midnight as I stood in my bathroom, half-dressed, listening to “Highlands” by Hillsong, trying to put lotion on my ungodly dry skin. Then, I finally remembered my Bible in a Year plan and finished the entire year 10 minutes late.
I was kinda grumpy about it. I already felt pretty icky, and nothing was falling into place like I planned. I just remember standing in the bathroom, staring at my pathetic reflection, thinking “Very impressive, Annabelle. Great job.”
But God didn’t leave me there.
Good thing at least one of us is perfect, He said.
I started laughing.
My NYE was really kind of a mess. But so am I. So was my room. Nothing was perfect.
Except for the God who was with me in that mess.
It didn’t matter how I started the new year. If I believed my 2022 was doomed by the way I spent its first few minutes, then I’d be pretty dumb. Because my God is bigger than my imperfection.
Thank goodness we serve a God who can craft beautiful, good things out of the crappiest situations. Thank goodness we serve a God whose goodness doesn’t depend on our perfection. Sure, my mood might shift with my circumstances, but God’s doesn’t.
So if your 2022 fell short already, that’s okay. Our mistakes don’t limit God. Our sucky circumstances don’t limit God. We can’t limit God.
So whatever God chooses to do this year ~ well, our God is limitless. So here’s to the next 365 designed by our limitless God.