I wish I was a tree,
yes that would suit me.
Not a care or a woe,
nothing to do but grow.
I could stay in one place,
towards the sun I would face,
and grow at my own steady pace.
Yes, I wish I was a tree,
though stuck in one place,
I'd still be free.
~by Liz Austin 2020
2020. A New Year and a new decade. I admit, I have high hopes for this new chapter of life. Hopes for health, growth, and forward movement. I don't usually put much stock in "New Years" and all the fuss that surrounds it, but 2020 feels different. It feels as though God has placed a renewed hope on my heart..... I pray I'm not wrong.
Leading up to 2018, I started a new "tradition" for New Years. Instead of making impossible resolutions, I decided to pick a word and try to live that word for the year. In the few months leading up to January of each year, I would pray and try to be more mindful about what words seemed to stick out to me and placed on my heart. For 2018, it was "Brave". That word ended up carrying through to 2019.
This year, as I started to really look and pray for a new word, "persevere" popped into my heart. I felt it deep down in my soul, but I still wasn't totally sure. So I asked God to help me be sure. Soon, "persevere" kept popping up everywhere, in books I was reading, in sermons I was listening to... and I knew it was right.
2019 was an incredibly hard year, so the word "persevere" was both fitting and hard to swallow. 2019 took a lot of persevering to get through, and by the end, I wasn't sure I had any left.... but alas, here I am with "persevere" as my word for 2020. At first, I worried that I didn't have it in me. I was worried for what 2020 has in store. Is there something coming this year that I'll have to persevere through? Then, I reminded myself that God is always with us. If he placed this word on my heart, then there's a reason and there's also a lesson.
So 2020, here we are. I'll do my best to grow, to learn to persevere well, and to lean into the hard or uncertain times of life. Here's to a fresh year and a new decade, may it be a blessed one.
Born and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She also acts as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book.