Thread by @BethMooreLPM

This morning I went back and read the letter I wrote to the Lord on January 1st, 2020. At the end of each year, I reflect on the last 12 months with the Lord, reading the letter with which it began then glancing through my journal at a year-full of written records of ups & downs.

No matter how many years this has been my practice, I’m never unmoved by it. Never without tears.

But 2020.

I can hardly even tap out these words without tears. I look back at that letter last New Year’s Day at the unavoidable naivety of a woman with no clue what was ahead.

Mind you, I’ve lived no few years & been on this journey too long & I’m too flawed, my family too messy, to ever anticipate a year bereft of difficulties, absurdities, losses, gains, heartaches, pains, joys, loves, God‘s mercy, strength, grace &, because it’s our way, laughter.

But 2020.

2020 has been a year all its own. All of those elements were present and accounted for, yes. But in wildly different portions and in forms wholly distinct. And sometimes hard to recognize.

i’m sharing this with you because we’ve all lived it apart together.

These yearly practices have been vital to me. You have your own way of doing something similar. This is just an encouragement not to get so busy in these last days of 2020 to miss getting entirely alone with God who’s been faithful to you & recounting what this year’s been like.

On all fronts. Regarding all manner of things. This year will make the history books. Record your history within it. Record it with the One who saw you through. Raise that Ebeneezer stone, you child of God, you follower of Christ. For “thus far the Lord has helped us.”