For some reason, in my 30s, I was really into New Year’s resolutions.
I remember one Christmas vacation; our family was visiting Cheryl’s parents in Huntsville, Alabama. I decided to go for a walk on a trail near their home. I prayed some, and I sat down to write out my resolutions. I don’t recall the exact number, but I think it was in the neighborhood of 28.
The next year was going to be the best year of my life! I was going to fix everything!
I think I ran out of gas by January 5th.
Another year, I firmly resolved to get rid of 6 “unhealthy” foods from my diet. I was going accomplish this by eliminating one bad-food every couple of months.
I must say it was a sad day when I said goodbye to bacon. And then later on, French fries … I don’t even want to talk about that.
That was my 30s. These days, I take a more mellow approach. Less type-A. More type-B … or even type-C.
For the past few years, I’ve tried to limit myself to a single resolution. I don’t write it down, and I just go with it as long as it stays on my mind.
Which brings me to this New Year …
The only thing that’s popped into my mind so far, for some reason, is the word “grace.” It is one of my favorite words, but how do I fashion grace into a resolution?
I’m not sure, but it might have something to do with this …
In his new book, Vanishing Grace, Philip Yancey writes about followers of Christ being “dispensers” of grace. Maybe that’s the direction this is heading. Maybe, in 2015, I can dispense a little grace into a world that seems to be filling up with anxiety and fear. Maybe I can sprinkle my conversations with more grace.
Maybe I can post some extra grace right here.
Now that I think about it, maybe I'll allow myself 2 resolutions this year:
- More grace.
- Less bacon.