What do I say about a year that beat me down and simultaneously gave me life? It’s hard to explain the freedom felt from seeing God’s world contrasted with the confinement of loneliness. Of three good people lost and cancer and unrest and injustice, and yet standing under waterfalls and feeling the trunk of elephants and submersing myself into a cold alpine lake. To hear the bells at the top of the mountain in Thailand and the monkeys wrestling in the trees in Mozambique. To watch my dad fight cancer and my mom lose her best friend – grandma. To sit in waiting rooms of numerous doctors and have a large needle remove a chunk of my bone marrow. To not find answers. And yet, to find them – in nature, in God, in the stillness. To have basements flood twice and the flu too many times to count. To find friends, and to lose them. To be vulnerable and confide in strangers who now know my life story. To work through anxiety and trauma and make it out alive. To be alive.
This year was unique. It was beautiful and hard and emotional. But today, I am stronger. Today, I am alive, and I know God is leading my path ahead in 2025.
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