This Year, It’s All God

Every first of December, I usually start putting down my plans for the new year, my resolutions, and all the things I hope to accomplish. Last year, though, I couldn’t. Don’t get me wrong—I had so many requests, so many goals, so many things I wanted to see done. The list could have filled pages, maybe even felt like a whole big notebook. There were things I knew needed urgent attention, and dreams I desperately wanted to chase. But when I tried to write them down, I just… couldn’t.

I remember sitting with a blank sheet of paper, tears in my eyes, and writing only one word—God. Over and over, the whole page filled with that name. God, God, God.

After that, I kept wondering: What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I plan like everyone else? Why can’t I write my goals or resolutions? I searched for an answer, and I think I finally found it last weekend.

The plan for this year is God. The New Year’s resolution is God. The “new year, new me” is God.

And you know what? That is enough.

For those of us who entered this year anchored in Him, it’s not about forcing change, chasing trends, or comparing ourselves to the resolutions of others. It’s about letting Him lead, trusting His timing, and allowing Him to shape every step of our journey: every goal, every decision, every dream—it all finds its true purpose in Him.

So if you, like me, chose God first this year, remember what the Bible says in Proverbs 16:3: “Commit your work to the Lord, and your plans will be established.” Give Him your plans, your resolutions, your “new you,” and watch Him turn them into what is best for your life.

This year, let’s stop chasing what we think we need to do and start walking in what He has already set in motion. The plans are His. The resolutions are His. The “new me” is His. And that, my friends, is the most powerful place to begin.

With love,
Florence 💕
ReflectWithFlo

Catching My Breath: Nine Days Into a Fast-Paced Year

Some people stepped into this year gently.
With peace. With calm. With slow mornings and soft beginnings.

That hasn’t been my story.

In just nine days, a lot has happened. Back-to-back moments. Unexpected gbasgbos. Things that demanded attention before I felt ready to give it. At some point, I realized I wasn’t even breathing properly anymore. I was surviving the days, not settling into them.

So I paused.

Not because everything suddenly became quiet, but because I needed to catch my breath.

This season is teaching me that peace is not always the absence of chaos. Sometimes, peace is a decision. A daily, intentional choice to return to God, to myself, and to stillness, even when life is moving fast.

I am learning to find my balance again.
To slow my thoughts even when my schedule is full.
To create pockets of silence in a noisy world.
To trust that God is steady, even when my days are not.

The Bible reminds me:

“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
— Philippians 4:7

That is the peace I am leaning into. Not the perfect kind. Not the aesthetic kind. But the kind that guards my heart while life keeps happening.

This year may have started fast, but I am choosing to move through it with intention. With faith. With grace for myself.

I’m still here. Still reflecting. Still becoming.

How has your year started? What are you doing to find your balance amidst the chaos?