I really don’t know where this year has gone. I had high expectations for 2016 to be something special, because I was turning forty (why are new decades such a WEIRD THING, by the way??) and 2016 was the year Morgan and I would celebrate 15 years of marriage (which seems like a lot to everyone except the people who have been married for any number of years over sixteen). I was very “Audrey Hepburn finds love at last in the rain” kind of excited a year ago. Expectations are complicated, though, so I should have known better.
In some ways, 2016 didn’t disappoint. Morgan and I got to travel to South Africa for the first time. I love exploring new places with him. I had many chances to speak and preach, which I love doing in increasing amount. And, even though turning turning forty was AWFUL I am grateful it’s over, like a big ol’ bandaid being ripped off at last. (Incidentally, don’t let everyone tell you forty is the new thirty. It isn’t AT ALL, unless the old thirty involved massive shifts in metabolism, an increase in your most charming neuroses, sadly diminishing skin quality, and lots of new and bizarre health concerns. In which case, they’re totally the same.)
In lots of ways, 2016 was a real dud. Such is life, I suppose. I certainly didn’t see the election going the way it did. But I am no political savant, so my naivete should not be surprising.
But this has been a year of unprecedented favor in some ways. I have never felt so lifted by God’s grace before, and I end this year with a great deal of gratitude in my soul.
I read some really amazing books this year, too. Just this afternoon, I sat at the kitchen table with my friend Cori and gushed over the stack of seven books I’m loaning her for a trip she’s taking this week. (I truly hope my enthusiasm for literature is my geekiest quality.)
I wrote some things this year. I wrote some posts I’m still processing internally. I also wrote six chapters of a book that will probably sell like HOT CAKES to at least a dozen people whenever I finally finish it and get it published. (BTW, if you are a book agent, I promise the dozen people will all buy at least 10,000 copies each. I have lots of friends named Oprah and Bill Gates.** You should totally represent my book!)
As a final farewell to this strange year, here are my favorite books and posts.
I hope you find that God’s favor has rested upon you in surprising ways this year, and that His Light is leading onward through all the mysterious grace that 2017 holds for you. May it be your best year yet.
Cheers and Happy New Year, sweet friends.
XO
Carrie