🎈New Year Resolution? What Resolution? This past year stripped me of any illusion of certainty. In the space of one year—almost rhythmically cruel—I lost three close family members. My sister-in-law. My immediate senior brother. My mother-in-law. One loss in each of the first three quarters of the year, as though grief itself was keeping a timetable. So when people speak enthusiastically about New Year resolutions, I listen—but from a distance. I honestly cannot remember the last time I consciously made one. Not because I lack intention or discipline, but because I have long surrendered my life to something deeper than annual self-promises. I trust God’s plan and purpose in my life—unapologetically. That has been my way. In seasons of joy and in seasons of pain. In moments of clarity and in stretches of deep confusion. Often, it is difficult—sometimes impossible—to see the end from the beginning. But I have learned that when the script finally plays out, the purpose almost always...