You exist in God’s image.
Make the picture clear.

What’s great about a fourteen mile hike is that once you’re halfway in, there’s no giving up, no wrapping up early. Once you’ve reached that seven mile mark, for better or worse, you’re in it.

I’d been hiking with my husband and my parents on a beautiful Montana summer day and within a few miles, we’d experienced every weather pattern available to the area. Clear sky and unrelenting heat, thunderous downpour, frigid wind. We even found ourselves trekking through the remnants of the previous winter’s snow.

Now, about seven miles in, the clouds had split and were scattering in watercolor patterns across the blue sky.

We’d been staring ahead as we went, chatting about everything and nothing, laughing at the mountain goats curiously wandering amongst the tourists and unintentionally scaring a few. We decided to break, and I turned my attention to the wide open valley around me.

The feeling that overwhelms me is…
I might throw up.

Somebody said to me, "I'm really going through something." And I said, "Me too. Most people are." That's why we must understand one thing: what we're walking through doesn't get the final word—Who we're walking with does.

You're not alone in the "something."

We are always in a season. Sometimes we can name it. Sometimes we just feel it. There are seasons when we feel strong—capable, productive, clear-headed, hopeful. And there are seasons when we feel weak—stretched thin, uncertain, grieving, or simply tired in places sleep doesn't fix. We tend to label one "good" and the other "bad." One "blessed" and the other "broken." One strength. One weakness.

But what if both belong to Him?

Life rarely announces itself with fireworks. Most days arrive quietly, carrying a mix of minor irritations and unexpected mercies—annoyances that nick the soul and blessings that steady it. We all live somewhere in between.

Between paper cuts and promises.

It seems like every December, I hear someone whisper like they’ve uncovered a scandal: “Did you know some Christmas traditions came from Yule?”

They say it like they’re warning me not to eat convenience-store sushi.

But the truth is a little less dramatic and a whole lot more beautiful.

Where I grew up, folks could turn a simple sentence into a linguistic rodeo. We had a way of trimming words, bending syllables, and letting the elongated vowels do the heavy lifting. So when somebody asked, “What were you thankin’?” you had to lean in and decide whether they meant thinking or thanking. 

Most of the time? It was thinking.

But today, I want to flip that familiar phrase and ask you straight up:

Over this past year… for what were you thanking?

They taught us something in private pilot school that never left me: the Venturi effect. Narrow the passage, increase the velocity. Speed rises, pressure falls. And in that sudden drop of pressure, fuel can freeze even when the outside air isn’t all that cold. Strange, isn’t it? You tighten the space, and you reveal a condition you didn’t even know was there.

Life does the same thing.