While everyone celebrates a new year, I stand hoping for the strength to survive another one. I watch the celebrations and excitement as I stand in silance praying for a change in the trajectory of my story. I start 2024 with broken holding tight to my wavering faith that He’ll keep His promises. His promise to heal all the broken places, His promise for change. His promise for restoration.. I stand desperate for Him to make a beautiful gallery of my broken pieces for all to see the greatness of His power and glory.. I pray to be a testimony of His everlasting power and love. ANDI am afraid, I am afraid that I will somehow disqualify myself from His miracles. I am afraid I will miss the mark and never see my story come to it’s happy ending. So, I start this year with the tiniest mustard seed faith shattered around the room as I try to gather the pieces enough to see this through and muster up the strength to keep holding on for a new season, a new year, a new narrative, a new heart..