Not Easy, But Calm: Reflections on the Year

So the official move took place on December 3rd, but we actually began living in our new house last Saturday. What a time the last few weeks have been! I feel like I’ve been living in a state of flux for over a month and so much is changing at the same time. What am I talking about—what a time the last year has been!

This time last year, I was attempting to dealing with three of the most heartbreaking events of my entire life while working quietly at a law firm downtown. My plans, my happiness seemed to be destined to fail and I was changing into someone I barely recognized and couldn’t seem to stop it. But now… nothing is the same. Life still has its way of surprising me both pleasantly and unpleasantly, but it’s just so different now. I wish someone could have told me how things can and will change in so many unforeseeable ways, so I could have seen past the haze for just a moment.

So many things are still unresolved: my sister’s fate still seems so uncertain and her insistence to pretend like her life could suddenly become normal never ceases to amaze and annoy me. If I’ve learned anything in from the death of three people I adored in the last two years, I’ve learned that there is something beautiful about finally facing the harsh reality you’ve been dealt. My hope for her in the coming year is that she can bravely stare down her demons… and overcome them. Maybe then, her life can become normal in the way hers has the nature to be.

Even with the tremendous losses we’ve been asked to endure and the unresolved issues, I still feel oddly blessed at this point. I don’t know where the next year will take me and quite frankly, I’m nervous about the endless possibilities. There is a renewed sense of awe at how quickly circumstances can change for good and bad. I know life seems uneventful for some, but I think that’s just for a time too. If you doubt that, look at me. This time last year, I thought I could never dig myself out of the darkness and purposelessness and this year my unborn son plays “I push, he kicks” games with me every morning as if he has been instructed to prove me how God can make something beautiful out of things that hurt so much.

There are about two and half more weeks left to this year—take the time to measure how much your life has changed and I encourage you to be grateful that things do, in fact, change at all.