Dear January

I don’t know about you, but for me, January gets a little complicated. There’s the festivities and the hustle and bustle of New Year’s parties, and then there’s the New Year’s resolutions of losing 10 pounds and adding this 8 step morning routine and hitting the gym 7 days a week and drinking an insane amount of water and quitting a bad habit and the list just continues for days. Social media gets cluttered with lofty resolutions and what’s in and what’s out. Accomplishments from the previous year are shouted and new markers of success are declared. And guess what? Those are ALL. GOOD. THINGS. But what about those of us that didn’t check all of our success boxes? What about those of us that just survived? You feel it too? 

Dear January… every year you come around and threaten to break my heart all over again…

Five years ago, but it feels like yesterday. Every year I write that sweet girl a letter and remind her of her value, her strength, and her love. And while it’s heavy, it helps me process the raw, messy emotions that come up every year. I can look back and see beautiful growth. 

The memories are vivid. But this year, I remind her that she is seen. 

I remind her that I felt the way her heart broke and battled to survive. I remind her that I know the way her soul held on to life. I remind her that I saw the way her eyes searched for truth and trust. I remind her that I saw the way her ears listened to hear love. I remind her that I felt the way her arms held on to that sweet little baby. I remind her that I watched the way her pain shaped her into a woman. I remind her that she is a fighter with the heart of a warrior and the scars of a survivor. 

I never knew a whole world could shatter so quickly. I never knew just one message would uncover so much pain. I never thought this would be my story, our story. But this year, I remind myself that it’s all these cracks and broken places that let the light in. And maybe, just maybe, all of this breaking was just the beginning of healing. So in the words of Allison Cook, “I will continue to live in the tension of what is hard and what is achingly beautiful. I will continue to heal.”

So, I’ll share this for the ones that know betrayal, the utter brutality of a shattered heart by the one you love most. For the ones who know love and hate all in the same moment of time. For the ones who think they may not make it to the next breath. I see you. I know what it’s like to search for hope and trust while your whole world shatters around you. I know what it’s like to feel torn between truth and love. I know the deep pain you are wrestling with. 

I also know that God is real, but more than that, His love is real. It is something much greater than I can understand, especially in these moments; but he is carrying me, sustaining me, guiding me. He is my constant. He is never ever leaving me. He will always love me. No matter how my story ends, He is never changing.

While others set new year’s resolutions and kick the year off in high gear, I have learned that January most likely won’t be my most productive month. I have learned to be okay with that. 

But even in the midst of all of these feelings, I can also feel something shifting inside me. Something beautiful is taking root and growing inside my heart – a hope for tomorrow, a hope for a new year, a hope for a new season.

So much can change in a year. But, if you are in the hard season right now, I want you to hear me say – there is more. There is more to be discovered in this season and I pray it leads you right to Jesus. He is the more your heart is longing for. He is the hope you are trying to grasp. He is the future you desperately want. 

I chose the word “cultivate” for the year 2023. I entered the year processing big emotions. It was as if I knew this was the letting go of the old script and accepting this new season with open arms. Like I was acknowledging that little girl and all she had been through while simultaneously shedding the old identity and owning this new season. I knew it was a big year, and I longed for alignment and clarity in my goals and actions. I worked hard to create an honest dialogue between myself and my ‘self talk’ in order to break the cycles that kept me from moving forward. It became vital to slow down, stop rushing, and really start to consider the life I was creating. 

I started and left my “dream job” all at the start of the year. I re-evaluated what “dream job” meant to me. I looked at where I was placing my identity. I set more boundaries around the areas I noticed I was struggling to believe the truth. I leaned into Jesus and into more conversation with Him. I read books. I continued therapy. I invested in my health. I invested in my marriage. I celebrated the season I was living in. 

None of those things were decided on January 1st.

Here’s a few things I’ve learned about January:

January is NOT the only month to take a life inventory and set goals for your future. 

January is NOT the only month to decide to take care of your health.

January is NOT the only month to declutter your home. 

January is NOT the only month to make a budget.

January is NOT the only month. Because, what if you didn’t have to have it all figured out by January 1st. What if you’re thrown a curve ball on January 10th. What if you’re entering a new season and everything feels new and unknown? Over the past few years, I have reframed my perspective of January. 

What if January was more about slowing down, reflecting, and becoming. 

What if January was more about identifying what worked and what didn’t work well.

What if January was more about setting intentions and boundaries that align with your values. 

What if January was more about discovering. 

Every year, when January rolls around, I go back to January 2018 and I write that sweet girl a letter. The length, the tone, and the message of that letter has changed every year. This year marked six years – six years of breaking, of unlearning, of learning again, of evolving, of becoming. I feel an awakening inside my bones, a beautiful story of grace. I felt the shift last year, but it is growing; and I feel a bigger purpose, a greater calling, and a fire burning deep inside my soul. 

And my prayer for you is that you won’t get lost in the pain of today, but rather you will find God and the good future He has for you. I hope you will choose to move forward and create a beautiful life that simply reflects the goodness of God. I hope you will live from a place of security and a depth of love you’ve never known before because you know whose you are and you wholeheartedly believe in that identity. I hope you will open your heart to His great, sustaining love and truly believe you are more than the sum of what has been done to you. I truly believe that the hard things can become the holy things that make God so evident in our story. 

And if you feel yourself getting lost in the past, here’s a little something that has helped me stay present.

  1. Feel the emotion. (No shame. No blame. Remembering that feeling emotion does not make me bad, it simply makes me human.)
  2. State the truth of who God says I am and state the truth of the character of God.
  3. Reframe my perspective with that truth.
  4. Express gratitude for this present moment.
  5. Let the future call me forward. 

1 comment

  • Angela says:

    I love those five points!

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