Never one to rush time, January, suddenly here you are. I, on the other hand, greet you today with much anticipation and the hope of hopes.
January, you are young, but wise. No doubt you’ve seen the beginning of this story before. You’re all new born, but not naïve. Promises. Commitments. Fresh starts.
Still, you never quite know how the story ends, do you? Not for sure?
I suppose that’s what hope is, after all.
All evidence to the contrary, January, your year may end so much better than it began. Your year may hold a surprise … or twenty-two.
Still, there is much work to be done. And I guess I don’t really need to make one more New Year’s resolution. Our weary world needs a promise. A pledge. So January, here’s mine.
Hope, I’m certain, begins with helping.