November 22, 2018
“Here, Hopey, it’s your turn.” My Aunt Beth smiles as she hands me our family’s Thanksgiving notebook—the ledger that preserves memoirs from the past three years of each of our lives. I release an oppressed sigh as my fingers trace the globe on the book’s cover and my mind drifts to a conversation I had with a dear friend the week prior.
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“Hope, how are you doing?” My eyes involuntarily fell into my coffee cup before I mustered the courage to respond.
“Honestly?” I paused as I decided between duplicity and vulnerability: “I feel physically beat up. I feel like I got knocked down this year and have been kicked over and over and over again. I am physically and mentally exhausted.”
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Beholding the journal, I apprehensively open the cover. What on earth am I supposed to write this year? Thanksgiving looked different than what I had anticipated weeks before, and I dreaded receiving this notebook; however, recalling that memory, sitting in my brother’s house, and being surrounded by family, somberness softly melted into gratefulness. Thus, I began with three simple words: “2018 was a year.”
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I pondered the past eleven months of one surreal year. I spent New Year’s 30,000 feet in the air headed for London—I felt independent and free and unstoppable. I was twenty years old and flying to Europe for a five-country tour with some of my best friends, and then returning to my final semester of college. I had no idea what my life would look like after graduation and studied for half our trip, but I was reminded to enjoy the moment. God would provide in such miraculous ways in the months to come.
Life was a blur between January and May—sooo many late nights spent with Isabella, Emily, and Judd. Book club continued with Candace as we finished Priscilla Schrier’s Resolutions for Women and began Amanda Bible-Wilson and Raechel Myer’s She Reads Truth. We celebrated Ben and Lauren’s engagement and we cheered as Judd open for John Mark McMillan. School was crazy, but that’s consistent, so what’s new there? It was a perfect semester, culminated with enough stress and excitement to fill one’s life with awe and thankfulness. I spent more weekends than I had preferred in Hampton, but, in the end, I will forever thank God for how He arranged those trips back and forth.
Then we come to my favorite memory: at the end of April, Walter, Tyler, and Josh visited me in Lynchburg for a Hillsong concert. I remember sitting at dinner with Walt and Ty and thinking that it felt like old times—these had been my dear friends since I was 16. We all headed back to Hampton for Matt and Kayla’s beautiful wedding and continued to make the greatest memories. Walter convinced me to stay in Hampton after graduation and my sweet friend, Rachel, made that possible. I remember calling my mom that Monday and telling her how sweet that weekend had been—Ty and Walt visited me every year I was at Liberty and I didn’t think that would have been possible for them to come this year. That was the last time that I saw Walter. God was so kind to allow that trip.
After that weekend, everything seemed to fall apart. There were nine weeks of affliction—nine weeks where God revealed that nothing is constant, and nothing is permanent apart from Him.
Weary and discouraged, I boarded a plane to Portland, Oregon for a trip my grandparents had planned months before. I spent 18 days surrounded by family in a place far from the troubles of home. I learned how to breathe again and how to rest in the Lord’s presence. I realized the amount of pressure I bombard myself with when I attempt to rely on my own strength. I am so, so weak. I learned to lean on the strength of my Savior.
When I returned, my external circumstances remained uncertain, but my internal conflict ceased. I was ready to leave Virginia and would have given up had it not been for the encouragement of Nelly, Derek, and my grandparents. August 8th, five days after I got back, I accepted a job in Virginia and chose to persist; the shadows of the uncertain slowly began to fade away.
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I dreaded receiving that notebook, for I had no idea what I would write. What do you write for a year you wish did not exist? It’s been a year. Many things about this year feel fake–like they didn’t or shouldn’t have happened.
Yet God reminded me of His faithfulness. I remembered all the little moments that God used to prepare me for greater trials. I remembered Becca and Brittany and Lauren and Ben and Candace and Daniel and Maddie and Katie and Jocelyn and Jenny and Judd and Isabella and Emily—
I remembered all of the friends who made college so wonderful and who helped me finish. I remembered how God allowed Candace and I to read a book about how He is permanent in a world that is passing away before and after Walter met Him. I finished college feebly, returning to school for final exams and papers the week after Walter passed away. I remember how Sandy and I clung to one another that first week back. I remembered how kind, supportive, and understanding all of my professors were. I remember how God allowed me to graduate despite the hardships—I would not have finished that final semester apart from God’s grace.
I remembered spending almost every Friday night with Morgan, Gabi, Laura Kate, and Lauren watching It Takes a Church and laughing together. 
I remembered the summer that my Church became my family in the purest way. I remembered visiting my parents in their new home and getting to spend a week of sweet vacation with them. I remembered going to Colorado to visit Tyler with Lauren, Mike, and Scott, and enjoying ourselves though everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. I remembered running to the beach with several friends to get away when things got too rough at home.
I remembered worshipping with those closest to me—in tears, in song, in celebration, and in laughter.
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I received that notebook and I relentlessly wept as I mourned the past year. My family saw me and they held me as I clung to them. Nothing needed to be said, we all knew.
Thankfulness overcame me as I thought about the family that surrounds me. I held my niece each morning as she ate breakfast, and I played with my nephew’s hair until he fell asleep.
I enjoyed early mornings with my parents and Luke and Karley and Aunt Beth and Uncle Terry and spent the afternoon the whole family. Each day was so sweet and so special. It’s been wonderful to have Luke and Karley live near–they have blessed me so much. Each of my siblings and their families have surpassed my expectations this year–I wondered what our relationships would look like once Mom and Dad moved away–I have grown closer to all of them this year.
It’s been a year–more painful than words express. I did not want to be grateful this year. I did not want to acknowledge all that God has blessed me within 2018–I wanted to focus on all that God has allowed to be taken from me. But He has blessed me, and He has been with me and before me through it all.
Let love be without hypocrisy. Abhor what is evil, cling to what is good.
Romans 12:9
I am so weak. I need God’s strength and I need that reminder to “cling to what is good.” He is good, even when life aches.
When my strength fails, He is strong. When circumstances change, He is constant. When people disappoint me, He is faithful. When I make mistakes, He is forgiving. When everything collapses, He is a firm foundation.
2018 was a year. Yes, I do feel beaten down, but “we are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair,” II Corinthians 4:8. Therefore, I will hope in the God that provides everything I need yesterday, today, and forever, and my hope will not be put to shame.
For Further Reading:
Hebrews 10:39
II Corinthians 4:16-18
Job 1:21
Psalm 136
Hosea 2
I John 2:17
Deuteronomy 31:6
II Corinthians 4
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