A Lot Can Happen in a Year

sip shareen
Dec 31, 2025
3 min read

There’s a verse in Scripture that has echoed through my soul this entire year:

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”— Psalm 90:12

It’s a reminder that life is not a blur to rush through — it is a collection of days to be lived. Counted. Seen. Held.

This year, I tried to live like that. Not perfectly. Not with flawless execution. But with intention. With presence. With proximity.

And when I look back now, I can’t help but whisper — a lot can happen in a year.

A Year of Home & Heart Renovations

This year, our house became a project — and a testimony.

New paint. New spaces. New rhythms. A new roof over our heads to seal in our home. A new covering.

But the real renovation wasn’t just new stone and color palettes —it was what happened inside us while we built it. We laughed in the mess. We dreamed inside unfinished walls. We remembered — home is made with hands, but built with hearts.

A Year of Healing & Hope

This was the first year in six long years that our eldest daughter’s health remained stable.

Six years of doctors. Unknowns. Fear. Six years of prayers whispered when words could barely form.

And then — a year of steady. A year of breath. A year where “normal” felt like a miracle.

When I say God is faithful — I don’t mean it lightly. This year, He showed us that faithfulness sometimes arrives slowly — but it arrives.

A Year of Watching Our Girls Become

My youngest grew in ways only God could have written. A cowgirl — confident, bold, free. Learning grit. Learning joy. Becoming her own person before our eyes.

Our daughters didn’t just grow — they became.

And I learned a new facet of motherhood: sometimes my job isn’t to steer — it’s to witness too.

A Year of Marriage and Miracles

Blake and I walked into new opportunities this year — doors we didn’t force open. Conversations we didn’t manufacture. Provision we didn’t earn through striving.

We dated.

We celebrated.

We learned that wins are sweeter when shared — and battles are lighter when fought together.

Marriage doesn’t just happen — it is chosen, again and again. This year, we chose joy. We chose teamwork. We chose us.

A Year of Loving Deeply — Even When It Hurt

This year, I cheered for other people’s wins — loudly and intentionally. Because celebration is a discipline. And generosity is a form of worship.

And yes — I also felt the sting of interpersonal heartache. Some stories didn’t go the way I prayed they would. Some people didn’t stay. Some chapters closed without warning.

But even in that — God taught me something: letting go is also a holy act.

A Year of Growing — Quietly and Loudly

I read 58 books, and I read through the New Testament. None of them by accident.

Words have turned into my food — this year, they became my fuel.

Leadership stretched me.

I prepared for rooms I’m not in yet —roles I may one day carry —and responsibilities that require a deeper well.

But somewhere along the way, I learned this truth: God is not a taskmaster. He is a Father.

He doesn’t need my perfection —He wants my presence.

A Year of Sabbath — Real Sabbath

I stopped working for Him and began resting with Him.

In silence. In slow mornings. In moments where I did nothing “productive.”

And there — in the quiet — I found Him. More than a Provider. More than Miracle-Worker. More than a Promise-Keeper.

This year, He revealed Himself as The Great I Am.

“Be still, and know that I am God.”— Psalm 46:10

Stillness wasn’t weakness. Stillness became strength.

A Year of Knowing God by His Character

His character is multifaceted —steady, generous, gentle, powerful, present.

This year, I learned that He is:

Jehovah-Jireh — The Lord Who Provides

Jehovah-Rapha — The Lord Who Heals

El Roi — The God Who Sees

Abba — Father

Messiah — Savior

The Great I Am —Everything I need.