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Hello, 2013.

I started the new year like a champ: that is, without a voice, hacking and coughing and wheezing into the air, contaminating loved ones with my presence.

So on the 2nd, as I lay in bed rather than sitting at work, I took some of my awake-time to think about New Year's Resolutions and how I dislike the word "intentions."

With my birthday next week (!), the new year is a natural time for me to think about the things I want and where I'm headed. And as I mulled it over, this is what came out:

What I want is
     always the same:
          to know and be known.
          to love and be loved.
          to give grace and receive it well.
I want to know
     this one little life
     is making a difference
to some other little lives
     and that together,
our lives are more
     than they are alone. 
I want feet on solid ground
     and a head full of dreams. 
I want to believe
     that Jesus loves me
     and that his love matters
           more than I currently believe. 
I want to sleep through the night
     and wake without an alarm
          when the sun streams in.


MLW said…
Good, very good! Thanks for sharing and thereby encouraging.
Jesskah said…
Hey! You third stanza! Hey! [Inculpate/corral]!

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