2013.

Is it really January 17th? 

Was December 17th a month ago? 

17 Days in 2013? Really?

My life spins at a breakneck pace. That's one thing that I've learned. I don't think I'm overly dramatic... I just think God shoves a lot of life into every day. I don't want to miss a second of it.

Since the ball dropped, I have laughed until I cried, cried until I laughed, and everything in between. I've had one of the best nights of my life. I've had one of the hardest afternoons. 

A little after midnight, I texted Malia, "2013. Expect great things from God this year." 

That was my prayer, and He's answered it with the wind, rain, hail, tornado, hurricane, flood, and a gentle whisper. He's pulling out all the stops. I am learning brokenness. I am seeing my scars. I am addressing my scars. In this process, I realize again and again how desperately I need Him to come through for me. 

And every time I'm spent, He reminds me that I'm loved. 

2013.

God, I expect you to do great things. I don't expect you to do easy things. Nothing worthwhile was ever easy.

I can't settle for good. Use me, and do something great.