There’s something about the New Year that gets me excited—a fresh start, new opportunities, and the promise of a clean slate. It’s a time when we’re all ready to shed the past and set new goals for the year ahead. If you’re anything like me, this time of year sparks a wave of optimism. You know, the "New Year, New Me" mentality kicks in. We start thinking about new workout routines, new diet plans, and maybe even buying that new gym set we know will motivate us to stick to our goals this time. We all know the drill: we begin with excitement, and then, somewhere around February, the enthusiasm starts to fade. Maybe it's a missed workout, a forgotten resolution, or—if we’re being honest—a little too much inconsistency. By the time the year rolls on, it can feel like we’re starting over again, waiting for that magical reset moment.

I’m sitting here in awe of the Lord and His faithfulness. It’s hard to believe that we’ve officially launched our group just a week ago, and in that short time, almost 100 of you have joined us. We are overwhelmed with gratitude and honestly, speechless. It’s a reminder of God’s provision and grace in ways that we never could have imagined.

As you read this, it's likely that your Thanksgiving décor is already packed away, the last load of dishes has been run, and your stomach—and heart—are both full. All seems well, right? But for me, the Lord laid something on my heart the Monday of Thanksgiving week. I found myself reflecting not just on the holiday itself, but on the season leading up to it and the deeper feelings of thankfulness—or, more honestly, the lack of it—that had settled in my heart.

To you, this might just be a silly, funny snapshot of my toddler doing typical toddler things-chaos, laughter and all. But for me, this picture is so much more than that. It’s a humbling reminder, one I didn’t expect, that caught me completely off guard.

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