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New Year, New goals

 The final day of 2020 is here and like most people, I am hoping that the new year will hold more positive moments and fewer negative ones. Time will tell if that wish comes true. In the meantime, I’m trying to reflect on the past year and make new goals for the new year. I try to do this annually. I know some people don’t like making resolutions but personally, I enjoy it. A new year is like a blank page waiting to be filled. And while on one hand I know my list of resolutions will not make anything happen, still it gives me something to aim for. 

As a Christian, I recognize that becoming a better person by achieving goals is not possible nor is it Biblical. I will never make myself a more godly person by pulling myself up by my bootstraps. However, also as a Christian, using a new year as an opportunity to refocus my heart on things that truly matter is a worthwhile pursuit. 

So, with those thoughts in mind, here are my 2021 goals or resolutions. With the knowledge that I will mess up, still here they are.

1. Read a portion of the Bible every single day. I plan to use a through the Bible in two years plan. Also my husband and I have started studying I Timothy together and are really enjoying that.

2. Pray more! Specifically, keep a prayer journal.

3. Get back to a healthy, low sugar eating plan. Cheat meals no more than once or twice a week.

4. Exercise at least 20 minutes per day five days a week.

5. Write and publish a book. I’m learning more about the world of self publishing and will likely go that route. 

6. Make intentional investments of time, prayer, etc with my family. I’m especially hoping to be a more involved Aunt. I love my nieces and nephews dearly but realized recently that I don’t make much effort to be involved in their lives. It’s hard living far away from them but I can do more. 

7. Read at least three parenting books this year and three marriage books. 

Ok, there’s my list. I could add much more but I’m going to stop there. What about you? Do you make New Year’s resolutions? 

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