By: Gabriela Yareliz
I started 2016 feeling cursed. Yes, I said cursed. I am being candid, here. I write some of this with edgy humor, by the way. Bear with me. From week one, 2016 was a mess… There will be a fun, 2016 recap post at the end of the year. It has been that crazy. And, it’s not even over. *eyes glimmering in anticipation*
Not every year will be our year. This year has certainly won a “You Suck” award from me. Even people in scripture, like Joseph, had their moments. Yes. I like to think of this as my figurative, Joseph-in-prison moment. Because even if you are serving and social where you are– you could be the most popular person in your metaphoric prison, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are in prison.
I am hoping pharaoh gets confused. I am hoping some cupbearer will remember me. This is not just summer exhaustion speaking, and I know several others who have had a year just like mine or worse. Hang in there, mes amis! I am making little gratitude lists every morning. I keep reminding myself of my many blessings. As I made one yesterday on the train, my eyes filled with tears. I think those around me thought I was about to break out into sobs. Happy sobs. Gratitude has that effect.
I keep hoping C.S. Lewis is right, that what is before us is better than what is behind us. High hopes. I respect his wisdom. I am reading the book Miracles by C.S. Lewis. I am always a believer in miracles. That’s the thing that doesn’t change. I am forever expecting that next miracle. Because those who expect, receive.