Whenever I’m asked how my year was, I tend to fumble through an answer while my mind swirls with 100 memories and faces from this last year. (I’m sorry if you’ve been on the receiving end of my processing mess). I honestly can’t believe my race was only a year long. So much happened: so much heart ache and so much joy to fit into 11 months. How could I ever measure this year into something tangible?
Processing through it all seems nearly impossible. For a long time I was putting it off. I felt like I was looking at a door, behind it a room filled with water. As soon as I were to open the door, everything would flood out. I was scared to even start, because I didn’t know what would happen. However, the Lord (as always) has faithfully lead me through processing a little bit at a time. Reading my journal, looking at pictures, or remembering a funny story have all brought the race back into a beautiful perspective.
I can’t get the song “525, 600 minutes” out of my head today. It’s been on repeat ever since I was asked this question earlier today: “What was your favorite memory from 2016?” For the life of me, I couldn’t narrow it down to one. I couldn’t even narrow it down to 5.. Which then brought on a wave of thankfulness and gratitude for all the Lord allowed me to experience.
2016:
1 year. 14 countries. 4 continents. 3/7 Wonders of the World.
Baptisms. Salvations. Breakthroughs. Brokenness. Joy. Love. Growth.
525, 600 minutes. How do you measure a year in the life?
In Daylights?
(Costa Rica)
In Sunsets?
(Australia)
In Midnights?
(Haiti)
In Cups of Coffee
(Haiti)
In inches, in miles
(Mozambique)
In smiles
(Dominican Republic)
(Cambodia)
In strife?
(Thailand)
What about love?
(South Africa)
(Panama)
(Lesotho)
(Thailand)
(Dominican Republic)
(Malaysia)
2016, Thank you for one of the most incredible years of my life.
