Wow. It’s been a while since we’ve chatted! I apologize for the silence (take it while you can, it doesn’t happen often), but I do not apologize for taking a holiday hiatus. Hopefully you were all able to fully immerse yourselves into the season as well!
So, let’s get rollin’! A new year means new topics – yay!
I love every season, they all hold a different kind of beauty to me (except for Spring. Spring is a tease. You think it will be warmer because it isn’t winter anymore, but really its just a muddier winter).
And of course part of the reason I get excited for new seasons is that I get to mix up my outdoor playtime!
You know what I don’t get excited about though?
You probably won’t guess. It’s kind of strange.
New Years Day.
I don’t not like New Years. I don’t get depressed or anything. But this time of year has never felt like a fresh start to me. I’m always that oddball in the conversation that when asked about a New Year’s resolution answers with an oh-so-eloquent “Ummmm…”
Don’t get me wrong, resolutions are great! I think you’re only really living if you think through how your life is going and if it’s working and whats important and whats not and what you believe (all the questions)…etc.
I guess its just that I do that like…all the time already. Why we gotta celebrate that?
In high school I got asked all the time why I went to church (Do your parents make you go?). As an adult I get asked essentially the same thing fairly often as well. Along with questions like “Why do you say “Oh my gosh”? Or “You read your Bible…Doesn’t it say some messed up stuff in there?”
In other words: why are you so…weird?
Great question! I too have always been drawn to the outliers, the rebels, the weirdos.
The answer is pretty simple.
I’m weird because I have hope.
Having unshakable hope makes you weird. Because frankly, you stop caring what people think. You also stop relying so heavily on your circumstances to bring you happiness. Instead, you’re just plain, ole’ happy to be holding onto hope. And that’s pretty weird to a jaded world.
Right about now I have no real reason to be this happy. To most people I probably don’t seem all that impressive (mostly because they’re right – I’m not). I’ve been a vagabond, moving in and out of family and friend’s houses. Working odd jobs. Changing my major every other year. The works, right?
But you know what?
I’m really happy!
Don’t get me wrong, I still feel emotions like anger, depression, loneliness, and all the other bad ones. I am very aware of my many, ugly flaws. I get sick like everyone else (actually probably more than most people, ask anyone, I get sick ALL THE TIME. Last winter I got Scarlett Fever. Who gets Scarlett Fever anymore?). I cry (sometimes). I am constantly getting hurt or dehydrated or way too close to hypothermia while hiking. I have bills. I have to make hard, adulty decisions. I don’t always feel pretty. I get scared. I get lonely. Things rarely go the way I expect. And that list just scratches the surface. There are plenty of other issues that run as deep as my veins.
You know exactly what I’m talking about. We all have baggage. I have a past just like you.
Still, I have hope.
“Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ.” Philippians 3:8.
What am I saying?
I’m saying that I’ve counted up the cost of being weird.
And it’s worth it.
What exactly is the cost?
I think I’ll have to leave you on a nifty little cliffhanger, my friends.
We’ll stop here for today. I want to allow the concept of hope to roll around in your domes for a bit. Reflect on what you’ve always perceived hope to be. Where does it come from? What is your hope in? Why?
These are important questions and I can’t answer them for you. All I can do is share my hope with anyone who will listen.
But please, keep reading! It is always the season for hope and life is too hard to live without it!