If we could see how God is weaving and pulling together the strands of our days and weeks and months, there would not be one useless thread to pick out.
What a year 2020 has been. It’s been described by some as a ‘terrible’ year or even the ‘worst year’ globally. Although historians would no doubt point out that there are some very strong other contenders for the ‘worst year’, it’s certainly true to say that 2020 has been a year like no other in our lifetimes. Even now the effects of coronavirus continue to reverberate around our lives and compound the ‘normal’ struggles of life. As we get to the end of this year, it’s tempting to draw a line under it and try to move on.
I’m not tempted to pretend that 2020 never happened but I do feel the draw of deciding to write-off 2020, like a bad investment or broken asset. I could just admit that 2020 was pretty terrible, try not to dwell on it too much and get on with 2021. There is still six weeks to go of 2020 but it’s tempting just to try and get on with 2021 right now. I can’t change the calendar and make 2021 come any faster, but I can at least get on with planning 2021.
Yet one idea keeps circling around my head.
2020 will not be wasted.
