Or, I might be doing something so different by the close of the year that I couldn't possibly foresee it on day one or day two of the new year.
Maybe I'm learning.
I've spent so much time and effort grasping for things. Boyfriends. Degrees. Babies. Husbands. Publications. Inspirations. Readers.
An infant God teaches us something very different. The Plan is already set. And it isn't fulfilled in grasping for anything.
It is fulfilled when we are poured out. It is fulfilled when we give everything. Like Mary. Like Jesus.
A gift of self to the King of kings.
Blessed Epiphany Sunday!