Par for the course around this time of year, I was discussing the high points of this past year with a group of friends. When it came to me I grew quiet, because I realized every single thing I will remember from this year, every single "high point", every single lesson learned was from the low points.

Yes. The points where I was crying, screaming and at my lowest. The points where I thought life would never be bright again. The point where I realized I was nothing and my life without Christ would be nothing. The points where I was humiliated and humbled.

You have no idea how loathe I am to write this. I used to mentally mock my sisters for writing things like this. Labeling them "pretentious", "overly-spiritual" and "goodytoeshoes". But, I don't care.

This year, I have learned much about myself. I have learned limit and boundries. I have learned weaknesses and strengths. I have found out a little more of who I really am. I have shed pretenions. I understand that it doesn't matter what my job is, who I date or what my goals are. If I am not content with who I am and not fufilled in Christ, there will always be a nagging emptiness.

Even though I am taught a lesson once, I seem to go running back at least two more times to make sure I have thoroughly learned it. I am hardheaded like that.

This year has been good. It has been full. I have been blessed. I have nothing to show for myself, persay. But I have gained so much. So many lessons learned.

A year worth remembering.