Statistically, by now, 80% of us have already given up on our New Year’s Resolutions. 🙈That’s if you made them at all – in the poll in my stories, 75% of you said you didn’t make resolutions, but instead preferred a “Word of the Year,” a single word or phrase to focus on throughout the year. . I have a hybrid approach that combines the best of both. I’ve developed this method over several years, refining and adjusting the process along the way. I started with classic resolutions I’d make in January, and forget about until the end of the year, and then feel guilty that I hadn’t accomplished what I set out to do, and amazed at how different what I thought I wanted at the beginning of the year was from what I wanted at the end. This method of setting goals certainly wasn’t having much of a positive impact on my life. But I couldn’t give up on the idea. . I break down my method in the blog post at the link in my profile. 📝It breaks goals from the year level to seasons, months, and weeks. With about 30 minutes of reflection once a week, I can stay on track to reach my goals. . What’s your word for 2018? Or one goal you want to achieve? You’ll see some of mine in the post 😉 Let me know if you try this method, or have your own that you love! 💕
In December, I could not get away from this verse, spoken by Elizabeth to Mary. In every sermon, in my quiet time, it kept coming up. Both of the two women have just had their lives turned upside down. Elizabeth was pregnant in her old age and probably afraid of what was to come, like all first-time moms. Mary had the added pressure of being pregnant and a virgin, and all the risk that entailed. But in this passage, both women are rejoicing and say that God has been good to them. . I had an unshakable sense that change was coming and God was going to ask me to trust Him, and take steps of faith this year. But what exactly were the promises I needed to believe? . I heard a story last week from a lady who was going blind. She had to have surgery, and there was a 50/50 chance it would work or she would permanently lose all her sight. When asked what kept her going, she said, “Jeremiah 29:11, ‘For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.’” . It’s such a popular verse, sometimes we miss what a wonderful promise is there for us to cling to when it feels like the world is going dark around us. Plans - not random happenings or mistakes. Prospering and not harmful - which doesn’t necessarily mean they will feel great in the moment, but ultimately will work for our good. A hope and a future - not just surviving every day, but a promising future with truly abundant, joy-filled life that changes the world. . That’s the promise I’m believing in this new year, and in this season. Reminding myself of it every day, or every hour, as needed. . Also, how kind is it for God to give us a verse, a word, a song, or speak to us in exactly the way we need to hear? It truly blows me away!
We had a rainstorm here in AZ last night, but I love looking back at when we played in the snow just over a week ago ❄️ Despite my corrections, Edison kept saying, “It’s raining mama!” The way people drive here when there’s any precipitation... you’d think there really wasn’t much difference 😣 . On my way to drop Edison off at daycare this morning, traffic was stop and go and I saw in my rear view mirror the car right behind me get rear ended! Thankfully they were barely bumped from what I saw when they pulled over, but it gave me flashbacks of being rear ended on the 101 in October. I’m very thankful Edison wasn’t with me in the car that day. . If you’re buckling down for another winter storm, as my family in Iowa was today, be warm and safe!
My top nine from 2017. Some great memories! From Christmas last year (bottom right) to small business shopping (Center) and lots of everyday moments with Edison 😊 2017 has been a year of great growth for me. I’m expecting many powerful changes in 2018 as I continue to put into practice what I’ve learned about my self, my faith, and my purpose this year. Adventures ahead!
I painted this in September, and it doesn’t feel like it’s really over yet. Probably because we have one more Christmas to celebrate with my family that was post-poned after the pinkeye situation (two posts back). But I am finally feeling excited for the new year, and a chance to refresh, revive, and clean out the old clutter of all types to make room for new. ✨ Have you thought about New Years Resolutions? Or a word for the year? Share it with us below!
A few of my favorite things about this season I don’t want to forget: How Edison pronounces “Merry Christmas as “Merry Kissmas” How excited he is when he sees Kissmas lights The way he sings Jingle Bells His delight at having a tree inside our house That he calls my raccoon ornament a kitty cat How he likes to get “cozy on the couch” to read books or watch a “kissmas movie” How he likes to look for deer outside at grandma and grandpa’s house That the fire in the fireplace reminded him of birthday candles 😊
Merry Kissmas, as Edison likes to say! 🎄😘
Christmas dinner! Sadly, Edison has pink eye today, so we will have to miss out on Christmas with my extended family, and we got dinner at the only place that was open: Quik Trip, the gas station ⛽️ But, we’re hoping to get some eye drops, and to just laugh at the ridiculousness of driving across the country to eat at a gas station for Christmas 😂 #laughsoyoudontcry . On the bright side, we all had a wonderful Christmas with Brian’s family yesterday morning, and loved spending some time with Great-Grandma and extended family. ❤️ . Christmas is always an exercise in letting go of expectations and learning to enjoy the adventure. It doesn’t have to be “perfect” to be good! 🎄
I was reminded of this blog post about a “diagnosis” I got a few months ago that helped me learn to rest. If you’re feeling that panicky feeling this Christmas, like you’re not doing enough and can’t fit it all in, I hope it encourages you too: . Rest? Do nothing? How could I, when I already wasn’t doing enough? . I sank onto the couch and picked up a book, but I couldn’t concentrate on the pages over the whispers of the laundry and mess and to-do lists in the back of my mind – chanting the familiar refrain of “not enoughs.” . Not creative enough. Not a good enough parent. Not enough as a wife. Not doing enough at work. Not doing enough at home. Not thin enough, pretty enough, smart enough, spiritual enough. . Beneath those whispers is the darker reality of what I hope to gain by being and doing “enough”: . If I work hard enough, I’ll be respected. . If I do more at home and spend more time with Brian, I’ll always be loved and appreciated. . If I do better at parenting, I won’t be judged, and other parents will approve of me. . If I’m thin enough, pretty enough, and nice enough, I’ll be liked. . If I’m smart and capable enough, they won’t be disappointed in me, and I won’t be embarrassed by making mistakes. . If I’m spiritual enough, I’ll be accepted. . That’s the real reason I panic at having to rest – I’m afraid I’ll never be respected, liked, accepted, and loved if I’m not enough. The truth is, I’m never going to do enough to earn those things. The more I do, the more I realize how much further I am from perfection. . Click the link in my profile to read the rest of the story!