I’ve seen them. You’ve seen them.
All the posts and gifs and memes essentially blaming 2020 for all that’s gone wrong lately. Usually what follows is a wish to be transported immediately to 2021. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
I’ve probably posted a few myself.
But what does a calendar year have to do with any of it? Is a man-made construct of measuring time really to blame for it all?
I for one am done blaming 2020.
I believe that the rest of 2020 will be what I choose to make of it.
I know I can’t control what comes next. I can control my response.
It can either be one of fatalistic acceptance or resigned apathy. Or it can be to lean on the promise of God that He really does work all things together for good. Even in 2020.
I can cop out and call the next 4 months a loss, or I can do a mental reset and intentionally seek out ways to find the good and to bless others and to make the name of Jesus great for the next 134 days.
In the midst of every bad, negative, evil that happens, there is a reason for gratitude. Not everything that happens is good, but there can be good in everything that happens.
Even a pandemic can make us truly thankful for the gifts of life and relationships and face-to-face conversations. You know, the old-fashioned kind we used to have before social media took over?
I know God is still in control in 2020, the same as He was in 2019. The same as He will be in 2021, regardless of the outcome of the Presidential election or the search for a coronavirus vaccine.