A New Year

So, how was your 2011?  What you expected?  Or not?  And what are you thinking about 2012?  What do you want and/or expect?

In honor of this year’s last hours and a new year starting tomorrow, I decided to let you in on a little secret of mine: Since 2004, every New Year’s Eve, I write myself A LETTER FROM THE FUTURE. 


Yep! I date it one year from now.  So today, it will be dated 12/31/12.  It always starts the same:

Dear Barbara

But that’s the only thing that stays the same from year to year.  The rest changes each time.  I will tell myself what happened this year, how far I have come, what my kids achieved, how good and faithful God has been. I will write to myself about how I have changed and why, and a whole lot of other things that have transpired this year.

Some years the letter is short, and others it is very long.  Once it is written, I tuck it away–used to be sealed in an envelope in my desk drawer, but now I just put it in a document on my computer… And I never, ever look at it again.

Until… the next New Year’s Eve, when I pull it up and read it very, very slowly.

How did I know?

How could I have said that 365 days ago?



Today is the day.  I am getting ready to serve myself a strong cup of coffee and open up the letter I wrote a year ago.  I have no idea what’s in there, but I can’t wait… And then, I am going to write the one for next year.

Would you share with us any ritual that you have for yourself at the end of the year?  Or tell us if you want to adopt mine! 



  1. Love this idea!!! Once again I see the writer in you. You are so wonderfully unique and I am so thankful to have you in my life. Happy New Year, dear sister!


  2. I love this. Instead of making resolutions or goals (or in addition to) writing a letter of all we’ve accomplished, how God has worked in our lives. This is a great idea, I think I’ll borrow it, even if the new year has already begun. Thanks. ~Nita


  3. […] This new year that was coming,  all wrapped up in glitter and pretend bows, I knew that it held pain and sorrow and failures and broken dreams. And certainly the death of someone I loved. Because that’s just how life goes. Because that’s just what happens to me. And the fear of the pain, and the dread of the unknown that would certainly come, it was almost more than my heart could take. I physically would get sick to my stomach.  […]


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