I have started a new sketchbook.
I write pictures for a short story, a thought or a poem.
The text I wrote next to the drawing:
New Year New Me?
Yes. But the new me did not come into being when the clock changed to 00:00, but in the twelve months that preceded it. Twelve months in which I overcame challenges, in which wounds healed, in which I fought and never gave up. Twelve months in which I learned new things and made new memories.
So why should I expect myself to be a new me after the turn of the year. A me that lives up to my ideals.
My goal is to be a new me again in twelve months time. And until then I want to trust my God, let him change me and teach me. I want to walk courageously on in his ways, follow him and serve people. I want to pray again and again and let him lead me out onto the water.