Thoughts as We Enter 2022
When I thought about reflecting on the last year yesterday it felt like too much. So I didn’t; and I just enjoyed a lazy day. But told myself I would spend some time on it tomorrow. This morning I sat down with my coffee and journal to spend some time reflecting on the highs and lows of the last year, hopes for the upcoming year, and things I want to focus on. But let me tell you that it’s been a little hard to think of things I’m hopeful for because it feels like I’m asking too much. These last two years have been hard for so many reasons, and sometimes hope feels like a risk. Like just one more thing that could let me down or cause more grief than good. And the more I thought about that, the more I longed for it. Risky hope. Hope that seems foolish or silly. Hope that looks at the longing, sees it, and pushes you forward. Hope that means something more than a fleeting “oh, I hope so!” Hope that fills us and leads us to more gentle living, more compassionate responses, more loving enc
