On 2025
Did I really skip reviewing 2024? Yes, I did.
Ohhh 2025, what a year of faith. Faith that there was provision both in the "meanwhile" and awaiting ahead, that there was good on the other side, and that perhaps the thinning line between me and God was still intact. And boy oh boy did God deliver big time.
Capping it off with a multi-year yearned for trip to England was quintessentially good. I still have overwhelming gratitude about the experience and the conviction that it's first class or bust for these international trips. The extravagant imbibition of history and art pointed out how much of the well-roundedness I'd kind of lost while focusing on my craft and revived the desire to be fluent, though humbly not expert, in the arc of history and the arts.
I keep saying 2026 doesn't start for me until Monday the 5th, when I return to work. And the spirit of the new year really does begin tomorrow. Yet with it comes a little timidity. For the last decade, I've received a word each year that hasn't failed to actualize. This year's is so hard to swallow but it's been paired with a verse that offers both balance and meaning, and encouragement to pray ever more fervently for the miraculous to co-exist with the challenge of the word.
