I have spent a good chunk of this year wollowing, and wilting. I was so stuck in the past, keeping tally of people who have hurt me. Refusing to move from that space and trusting Christ, I didn’t trust him as my shepherd. So I remained in the same spot, turning into a pillar of salt. This new year may we build the muscle of faith, that what God has in store surpasses anything my simple mind could conceive.