2019 was a BIG year. A year where I caught my breath, held my breath, lost my breath, and caught it again.
I started 2019 playing the air guitar, with a little less fear of what others thought about me than the year before. I started 2020 playing the air guitar, with a lot less fear of what others thought about me than the year before. It felt nice. But my knees hurt a little more this go around. Lay off the sugar, Sundi Jo.
I experienced adventures, drama, comedy, and heartbreaks.
I dug deeper into Spiritual Warfare like never before and saw my prayer life become stronger. I fought for things from a spiritual perspective instead of in the flesh and saw amazing results.
I also found myself fighting for things in the flesh and getting myself into trouble.
I lost my job at 3:30p on a Tuesday afternoon and by 4:45 that same day the Lord had saved it, thanks to an Excel spreadsheet. Oh, what a sense of humor He has.
I watched my dog and furry best friend be killed before my very eyes and experienced a heartbreak I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy.
I went on numerous dates with my grandma to Branson, Bingo, and Beyond. It was awesome!
I spoke in prisons and conferences and to probation and parole officers on the power of finding our “why”.
I taught over 50 justice-involved individuals their value and saw some of their eyes light up for the first time in their lives.
I watched a valuable friendship come to an end.
I gained more weight than I’d hoped to.
I spent more time in the neurologist’s office still dealing with the effects of the black mold than I’d hoped to.
I watched a different friendship become repaired.
I spent Thanksgiving on the beach.
I let the Lord do more inner healing in my heart regarding some lies I’d been believing about myself.
I prayed over the streets of Belle and interceded for my community.
I settled on a new home church -. one I never expected to be at and God did some amazing healing in my heart.
I faced my fears and bought a box drum.
I faced my fears and introduced the world to Tooty Mae Woolley.
I faced my fears and signed up to run for City Council.
And I got a cat. Make that two cats.
2019 was a good year. A hard year. A fun year. Some heartbreaks. Lots of tears. Lots of laughs. Lots of prayers. Lots of victories.
Here’s to 2020 being the BEST. YEAR. EVER.