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Goodbye 2020

By j jones


It doesn't seem right to speak about what I'm hearing from heaven for 2021 without mentioning 2020 first!

This time last year was the first time that I'd shared what I'd heard in my yearly "What are you wanting to do this year? " chats with God. I'd heard that it was a year to deal with old hurts. Past pain that was stopping us move forward.

During 2020 many of us have had our eyes significantly opened to the real heartbreak and pain people are facing on a daily basis, just because of skin colour. I'm hoping this will be the start of a real move forward. People having opportunities to share their stories and being really heard is so important and brings healing.

The specific words I'd heard for 2020 were Pain, rest, completion. Facing pain is messy and emotional and it has made this year a really "noisy" year. It's the hard part of sharing and listening to each others stories. It can stir up resentment and pain in us that we then have to face. That's why the rest was so necessary. Taking time to really work out why we become defensive about things, to forgive those who have hurt us, to ask and accept forgiveness for the things we've done to hurt others.

I have to admit I'd like completion to mean everything finished and wonderful, like a Disney "and they all lived happily ever after." and 2020 hasn't ticked that box for me but it has brought healing for areas in my life and that has allowed me to see life from a different perspective. Perhaps that's enough.

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