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“Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear. But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.” “Come,” he said” (Matthew 14:25-29, NIV).
It’s been nearly three weeks since New Year’s Eve and I have to ask you some questions: Have you kept your goals and resolutions? Maintained the diet? Stuck with the exercise plan? Run the extra mile? Possessed the extra grace, patience, and kindness you prayed for?
Or have you grown lazy, weary, and fatigued? Is this pace of life too much for you? Do you fight the urge to throw in the towel before the day has even begun? I know I do.
I’m certainly not one to judge, and I’m definitely not one to ask about New Year’s resolutions—I rarely make or keep them. But if you’re struggling to fight the waves early this week, might I remind you that you’re not alone?
Blue Monday, is called the most depressing day of the year for a reason. Falling on the third Monday in January, it’s a mix of post-holiday blues, cold weather, financial stress and strain, and unsuccessful New Year’s resolutions. January is likewise called Blue Month; a time when people with SAD (seasonal affective disorder) are most heavily impacted by things like anxiety and depression. I’d be lying if I said my husband and I weren’t feeling that right about now.
After a rough start to the year, we’ve found ourselves in many nasty predicaments. Our new dog had two unexpected visits to the ER, we’ve found toxic mold in our home, and I’m stressed out about finances 8 out of 7 days a week. I’ve gotten rejected from nearly 15 book publishers, am confused about where the Lord is leading me, and am starting to question my sanity. Even my poor Papa has been in the hospital! Can you relate?
