New Year's resolutions have never been that appealing to me. I don't blame anyone for making (or breaking) them, but I just haven't ever been a fan. I suppose if I had to narrow it down, my resolution list would look something like this: somehow, understand more of God's love for me as well as assure that my wife is loved more than ever and my children are confident that they are loved above all else. Nothing else really matters, does it?
Sure, there are other things that I want—those 30 pounds won't disappear on their own. I guess I should at least exert some sort of effort there. Organization, simplification, guitar playing...all noble quests indeed. You could argue that I should drop those pounds and pick up that guitar and pick up all the other crap I leave around the house, while I'm at it...and you'd be right. Here's what I say, "OK...I'll try."
But, my resolve? My resolution is simple—I resolve to be a God-child...and a husband...and a dad. Those three occupy my time, effort and focus in the next year or two or sixty. Anything else is just gravy. Mmm...gravy.
