I remember when 37 was ancient. Now I find myself 37 and so far so good. I am thankful that God keeps giving me another day. I’m fully aware, after losing so many people this year, that I’m only guaranteed this moment.

My prayer for my life this year, my goal, is to abandon my life and to allow God to do as He wishes with me. The clay doesn’t fight with the potter, second guessing his motives as he’s being moulded. Why should I?

The older I get the more I realize how little I know…but one thing of which I am confident is that God is good and His mercy endures forever.