I make them every year. Lose weight, exercise more, change this, change that. We are never satisfied, are we? But satisfaction is greatly overrated. Contentment is one thing, but I love goals. I love the fresh start of a new year. Anything seems possible when the calendar rolls around again.
Sell five hundred thousand copies of a book--sure, it's possible. Once again weigh what I did when I got married--of course, piece of cake. And this year, I KNOW one thing I've wanted and dreamed about for years is about to happen--I'm getting a new daughter-in-law, So that means anything is possible, right? I might even wish those wrinkles away that have started forming around my eyes, and the cellulite on my thighs might suddenly turn to smooth, elastic skin if I just exercise enough. Okay, maybe not.
But one thing I do know for sure. Anything is possible with God. I went to see Narnia yesterday with my kids and was struck again with how this world is not the real one. It's really the dream and heaven is the reality. So the resolutions I want to make this year include some spiritual ones too. To more clearly look past the veil that separates the two worlds and try to peer into eternity, to send some treasures on ahead by loving people and listening for God's prompting.
Of course, I'm not giving up the idea of selling a million books or of wearing a size 8 again someday. I can't quite let go of this world just yet. But I'm working on it.