New Year’s Day Is The Booster Shot To My Anxiety
My family always spends new year's eve in our local church. The logic is to commit the coming year into the hands of God who sees the end. As soon as the service ends, I put my phone on to call my grandma who lives 350 miles away. To scream “Happy New Year, Mama”, as we do yearly.
Wait a minute… Are those 1000 messages I see?!

As I go through the messages, each sounds as generic as the next. Happy new year! We’ve seen another year. We pray to see the next one.