2008 was a really tough year... I don't say this every year. Growing up, in the past few years especially, makes me realise that promises and resolutions are, really, seldom resolute.We make them, then we break them; others make them, then they break them. So much so, we've unknowingly banalized the phrase "Promises/resolutions are made to be broken". Surely, pointing a finger at you, I have the rest pointing back at myself... I've been blind, for I always see not my own iniquities, but others' flaws. I've been deaf, for I always hear not the unpleasantness about myself, but the pleasantness. And partly because of this blindness and this deafness, 2008 was a lot tougher than any other... I asked myself on the last day of 2008 what would my resolutions be for 2009, I thought of many possible ones but I just couldn't focus on any. I don't want to make resolutions...lest I break them again? Maybe, I am not sure. My heart tells me it's tired of severed promises and broken resolutions. I reflected on the past year but what lies ahead, I really don't know. And so, on the last day of 2008, I offered God my broken spirit, my broken bones and my broken heart. He will lead.
I don't want a heart for myself, I want a heart for Christ.
And this broken & contrite heart of mine, I know He will not despise.
Have an awesome one, everyone. (: