I’ve always wondered about the concept of your life flashing before your eyes. I never understood it.
It didn’t seem feasible or likely that, at the exact moment of impact, our mind has the capacity to immediately deliver a perfected carousel of your life’s highlights.
A few hours before I started writing this, someone asked me, how would you describe your 2025?
I honestly and simply replied, “It was a good year. Good things happened to people I love around me, and for me, that was a good year.”
Almost verbatim.
It was a good year.
I have never had a year where I beckoned the coming year. I’ve just never been that type of person.
And I am still not that person as I write this. But as I worshipped in church today, my hands lifted up and tears streamed down my face, it flashed.
Not every single moment, but a handful of pivotal ones.
I remember driving from Austin to Dallas in record time because the person I love the most in the world was being rushed to the hospital.
Or when I knew I shouldn’t have gone to Houston and was microseconds away from being T-boned.
Did I forget the numerous moments that could have easily become a Final Destination moment?
Sometimes you have a “good year,” and sometimes you have a GOD year.
I won’t mislead you with a faux deep breakdown about how it was this year that I found God more and what not, but His hand was all over the year.
I would randomly walk out of the house and just say, “Thank you, God.”
The year felt like a constant opportunity to give gratitude, to be in gratitude.
I don’t know how I could have done this year without God, and I simply couldn’t have.
The grace was constant, the blessings evident, the mercy consistent, His kindness present, and His forgiveness never distant.
I am grateful for the sound of reconcilable love and the recognizable voice of God.
There is something about knowing that God’s love is secure.My life has been a big thank you for fighting my battles for me and thank you for not leaving me to the wishes of my enemies or my own bad decisions.
So how was 2025?
It was moving. It felt fast but full.
The spaces that filled me with love and laughter. Celebrations that required short drives and TSA lines.
The ability to love on the people that I care about and hold space.
I’m in church, seated next to the person I came into 2025 with, and that itself is the grace of God.
It is not by our power, because we have seen people more careful than us, but He continues to find grace for us.
I am grateful for 2025.
2026 is what you make it to be.
Ask for grace. For favor.
Alignment.
Mercy.
If you are reading this right now, you’re either at church, a club, or back in the US or Canada, waiting for time for church.
In 2026, we don’t go again.
We grow again.
We stay rooted and committed to what we have been commended to.
For every single person that read a line of my heart this year, thank you.
You made the year so much easier to flow in.
Is this the year I return to full consistency with sharing my art?
I think so.
We have so much to take ownership of in 2026, and I shall have what I decree.
Here’s to an amazing year. I’ll see you soon.
I love you all.
Till next time, stay up!
The Wordsmith.❤️
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