It's almost over, 45 days until 2020 comes to an end, but just because the year digits are changing doesn't mean our troubles are at an end.
I plan on spending the rest of this year counting my blessings.
It never gets old. Whenever you think life has you at your worse, there is always someone out there struggling more. It's not about struggles, and I don't plan on remembering 2020 as just that year the pandemic hit and ruined the world as I knew it.
Instead, I'm making a list, each day of the good things because this is the year my oldest became an adult, this is the year my youngest became a teenager. This is the year we grew closer as a family and got a new family car.
We can't control life, but we can control the way we remember it.
This past weekend, I took off on a retreat with best friend, we'd both have seen each other at our lows and been there to see ourselves rise. That's what 2020 is. A valley. And these next 45 days, or however many days it takes, I'm climbing to the top.
This the overlook near World's End in Pennsylvania. As the last night of our retreat ended, we stood and watched the sunset. Looking up at the stars, we told God what we needed - not what we wanted- and thanked him for the one best thing he did for us in 2020.
If you know God, you know you can't put a time limit on making something happen. It's His timing, not ours.
So count your blessings, not the days, and find comfort in this time.
