The unique beauty of each human soul is a miracle of God, never once repeated throughout all the millenniums of time.

"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made." Psalm 139:14

One of the problems with writing your thoughts down is that you can actually go back and see what you were thinking about on a particular day.   Take New Years for instance.    I went back and read my resolutions for the past four years.    A pretty depressing sight I must say.   

For the past four years I have made a resolution to lose twenty pounds.    

For two of the years I resolved to learn music.   

One year I refined the resolution to learn piano.   

One year I swore off Christmas butter cookies.  (That never works out, I don’t even know why I try.)  

Another year, I promised to work out each day.   

The problem with resolutions is that there’s always something in the way.    Like finding time.   Getting dedicated.   In the case of music; just not having talent.   

This year I resolved to wake up earlier each morning to read more in the Bible and read more books.   I’ve been waking up earlier, but unfortunately I haven’t been going to sleep earlier.   So now, I’m walking around like a zombie. (Just with less drool).   (Sometimes.)

This year, I’m going to resolve again to learn music.   But really not sure where to even start.    

I will probably resolve again to work out each day.   Now if I can just find the time.     

I’ll probably swear of Christmas butter cookies again.   (Unless of course my congregation members give them to me as a gift.  Then I have to eat them.   I am a man of principles after all.)   

What’s the deal with resolutions anyway?    Do we think our lives were bad before?   Do we look at ourselves in the mirror and see someone we don’t like or someone we would like to be?    Just the very notion of resolving to do something differently means that there’s something wrong already.    

God doesn’t look at our faults so then why do we judge ourselves so harshly.    

Maybe this year instead of making and already failing at four out of five resolutions, instead I’ll just be happy with who I am.   A child of the Most High God.    A disciple loved by Jesus and a friend of the Holy Spirit.    Perfected by God’s grace and born again through the resurrection of Jesus Christ.   

In fact, just to celebrate, I think I’ll go find some Christmas butter cookies and take a nice long nap.   Resolutions can come tomorrow.   

Let us pray.  

Dear God.  We thank you for making us who we are.   We know we are imperfect but through your love we can become perfect.   We know we have fallen short in our lives, but your grace abounds.   For this we thank you this day.    In Jesus’ name we pray.  Amen.