It seems like people on Facebook and I agree: we can't wait to see 2016 end. I'll admit, I've been wishing 2016 away since March. My mantra this year became, "It can't get worse..." And then, in my mind, it did. I'd give you the laundry list of things that happened in 2016, but frankly, some of them are private, some of them are between me and another person, and I just don't think it's worth airing for all the world to see (or my few faithful followers).
But, really, let's put some things into perspective. My life is not horrible. My life is not even half bad. Blessings have happened this year, too. Did the year turn out as I expected? Absolutely not. Am I guaranteed a better 2017? Nope. That is both scary and reassuring. Whenever I would state my mantra, "It can't get worse, right?!" one of my friends (God bless her for her honesty) would say, "Teresa, it can." I'm not promised a bed of roses, a pie in the sky type of life. But I have a God who was not surprised by anything that 2016 threw at me, and I have to remember that He will not give me more than I can handle. I'm hoping for a better 2017, I'll be honest, but if that is not what God has planned for me, than bring on the roller coaster! With Jesus strapped in beside me, I know I can get to the end of the ride!
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