There’s something about 2025, I don’t quite know what it is. When I think about it, it feels a little bit like a balloon bursting, like an overflow of something that just cannot be contained. The last few years have felt like seeds where being planted, soil being overturned; this time around, the air feels like it just might be time for harvest.

At the start of January, the word I kept on receiving was positioning. It’s like God was telling me that He will make things so that we are exactly where we need to be, to receive what we need to receive. I feel so excited, so hopped up on possibility and potential, I don’t quite know where to place it. I feel like a child who knows that Disneyland is just 5 sleeps away, going to bed every single night exploding with excitement for the next day to come.

The month has barely ended and already so much has taken place— in our ministry, my husband’s career, and my own journey in writing— that I can’t help but be ecstatic. Usually, this is the part where I become cautious and hold back a little bit, just in case things don’t turn out well. Like I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. But this time, I don’t want to do that. This time, I want to jump around in hopeful expectation, knowing that my God is a God who never leaves anything unfinished. That’s the only way I want to live from now on.