I had secretly hoped it would be a Year of Worship, for it seemed a fitting sequel and response to a year where God's mercy had been poured out so abundantly.
But, as we just began Advent two weeks ago, Pope Francis declared no special year at all. I found myself surprised, disappointed, and a wee bit empty.
So I took a long hard look at myself, noticing that I repeatedly fall into the temptation to complain. I will complain about several things every day, and giving voice to them only sullies my reality. Indeed, to complain is to drink poison. It only makes matters worse. And while I can't control everything, I certainly can control my responses.
With your ardent prayers, dear reader, I hope to make this new year a Year of No Complaining. Immediately with it should come a year of pure gratitude which will mean a year of true contentment. And to be content is to feel peace!
Sure, I may still need to vent occasionally because I am human. But I know that my words can find a way to vent without complaint. I will choose to speak in a way that is redemptive. And if you catch me falling and complaining, please remind me and lift me up!
May this reality begin right now. :)
