Here we go – another New Years eve – my 81st to be exact. I wonder just how many resolutions I’ve made and broken over those 80 years. I’ve probably lost and gained the same 25 pounds. Undoubtedly, I’ve done about 20 pushups and 5 planks. I’ve joined a number of health clubs, only to cancel my membership a month later. I’ve promised to try harder, to persevere, to buck up, more than I actually did. I’ve resolved to be kind, to help others, to encourage, to befriend only to hibernate instead. I’ve become a real “couch potato,” as we now sleep on our sofa bed, because there’s no bathroom upstairs. I’ve learned that making resolutions is fruitless, ineffectual and a waste of time.

In those 80 years, I’ve overindulged, broken promises, made serious mistakes, turned my back on what’s really important. I’ve had good intentions, but like most good things, intentions are the first to take hit. I don’t make resolutions anymore, because chances are, I will break them within hours of making them. Another reason is that I rarely stay awake long enough to make them. So why bother?

This has been a year – like most – which I’d rather forget. It has been wrought with sickness, hospitalizations, loss of dear friends, trying to make ends meet, political unrest, very disturbing things happening all around us. The only thing that doesn’t change is God’s relationship with me. I know I can count on His promises. I realize that He is with me in all the steps I take while tramping over this mortal coil. He knows my weaknesses and yet He forgives me. He loves unconditionally and makes life worth living.

So, I won’t make any resolutions this year, because I know my aging body will give way to old habits. I won’t make promises I can’t keep. I will trust in God to lead me through the remainder of my New Years, because He never lies. His Word tells me so.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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12 Responses to MY 81ST NEW YEARS EVE

  1. Lifetime Chicago says:

    Resolutions never worked for me either but you will be in my prayers!

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  2. Pure Glory says:

    Resolutions always fail but God and his promises can be counted on to happen! Happy New Year!

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  3. Nancy Ruegg says:

    Praise God he seeks to be in relationship with us, for his promises that never fail, his supportive and guiding presence, his forgiveness and love. I’m with you, Kathy: He makes life worth living! Thank you for sharing your wisdom and inspiration!

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  4. ken riddles says:

    (Never did make them 😎) – Have a great new year Kathy.

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  5. davidkitz says:

    Happy New Year, Kathy. At 81 you are a spry inspiration! Keep keeping on. God loves us inspite of our shortcomings.

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  6. I totally understand Kathy. I’ve never been a resolutions type of person. Besides, sometimes life will interrupt the best of intentions. I am going to hang on to the word Hope. Kathy, God’s grace and peace will bring us to tomorrow, one day at a time.

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