The guilt of a broken resolution....on January 2!

See??!!  THIS!  This is why I do not make resolutions!

THIS is why I say every year, "Don't set yourself up for failure, Marla! Let positive change be a part of who you are all year long!"

Yes, I have an issue with resolutions on New Year Day. Because Flubbered Resolution Day is inevitable.

I ate pizza for lunch.

GASP!!!!  I know, I know.  It's not going to cause fall-out or bring the world to the brink of another world war, but it's big to me.  Day 2 of the new year and I'm a big fat failure.  So that may seem like an over statement to you- but that is how I will feel until midnight of December 31st.

Ya see, I am determined to lose weight this year- more specifically, I am determined to lose weight before I leave for Uganda April 27th.  This vacation taught me that I am grossly unhealthy and it's past time to make a change.  No more pop.  No more over eating.  No more pizza.

*sigh*

Do you know what I'm so grateful for?......

Grace.

Not the kind of grace that says "Go ahead and eat the pizza, it's what's inside that counts!" but the kind of grace that says "You're not a failure- now pick yourself up and try again."

Because let's be honest- we all struggle with the pizza.  We struggle with the over spending, the laziness, the lying, the pornography, the drugs, the gossip, the plan to read the bible through in a year....we ALL struggle with the pizza.  I'm so glad that God's grace is so much bigger than that stinkin nasty not-even-worth-it pizza.

When we disappoint ourselves by returning to those things that we struggle with, it's no surprise to our Heavenly Father.  But does he shun us?  No, He gently extends His nail scared hand, the beautiful hands that bore it all, to help us back up on our feet and loves us with an encouraging and never ending love. 

January 3rd I'll try again, and when your Flubbered Resolution Day comes- I hope you'll take the hand.