“If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.” –H.G. Wells
Pondering the interesting phenomena of New Year’s resolutions, I was surprised to discover that only 45% of Americans regularly participate in this annual ritual. Considering the depressing statistic that a mere 8% of resolved people actually succeed, I am now surprised the number of participants isn’t far lower. I mean, really, who likes to fail, right?
Yet, on a positive note, people who actively make resolutions are 10 times more likely to reach their goals than people who don’t make resolutions.
So how can we make reasonable goals and then actually achieve them? Well, there are plenty of blog posts every year that will give you step by step instructions on how to be successful. I’ve read more than a few myself. But one thing I notice lacking from most of them is one small, yet vital piece.
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I swore at my son the other day. Well, not exactly at him, more at his disability and how much work it puts on me. Even as the words flew from my lips, I knew I should be horrified. Ashamed of myself. Instead, all I felt was a bone-deep weariness.
I’m tired. So, so tired.
I’ve been at this homeschooling gig for over 15 years now. Most of those years have been a struggle with varying degrees of language disabilities. It’s hard. My youngest two, who are not learning disabled, have been given the dregs of my time, attention, and enthusiasm.
Happy New Year!
First I want to give a huge thank you to all of you who take the time out of your day to read my words. I have experienced swings of renewed purpose and doubting my calling, of spiritual highs and soul-deep dryness, of joyful growth and painful pruning; your likes, comments, and follows have encouraged me to continue writing through all of life’s seasons. Indeed, my friends, our Father has used you mightily to grow me up in my purpose here. I appreciate every one of you, and hope my words have given you encouragement, hope, and even a chuckle or two throughout the year.
(((Hugs to you!)))
As we begin this bright and shiny new year, my prayer for all of us is this: that we may truly comprehend the depth of our Father’s love for us.
May we become rooted in the knowledge of our position as beloved children of El Elyon, God Most High. We are royalty, my friends, secure in our status and infinitely treasured! Isn’t that a lovely thought?
May we allow that to become more than mere thought, but to soak down deep and become our reality. Then we can, through the grace of our Lord, be unshakable and filled with joy, regardless of what may come our way.
May we be the light of this world, our Father’s love pouring out of us in rivers, drenching those He brings our way. Let us live out our eternal reality each and every day this coming year!
Grace and peace to you,
*Photo by Serge Bertasius Photography, courtesy of freedigitalphotos.net
If I were to choose an animal which best personifies my character, I fear the sloth would be the most honest choice. Looking out at the world wide web these past couple of days, I find many of you already gearing up to make this coming year a year of great change, brought to fruition through staunch determination and good old fashioned grit. It’s admirable. Like strong, efficient panthers or energetic Jack Russell terriers, you all seem ready to take on the world. Admirable, indeed.
Me? Well, I’m just beginning to recover from the hectic activity of Christmas. The past few days have been focused on simply breathing. I find myself just now reflecting on the past year, my successes and failures, and contemplating what it all means. My mind moves slowly, sifting memories, each thought carefully examined and categorized before being filed away in the corridors of my mind palace. (It’s really less a palace and more dilapidated hoarder’s den, but my home is my castle, yes?) Musing, for me, is not a speedy process.
Merry Christmas, my friends!
May we remember that Christmas is a celebration, not a duty. Let us lay aside, as much as possible, the busy work and focus on the best bits.
Give undivided attention to your spouse and to your children.
Revel in the beautiful message of grace that is ours to enjoy every day of the year.
Celebrate and reflect the lavish love of our Father by showing your kids just how crazy you are about them, by simply hanging out with them. Enjoy your people!
Grace and peace to you–
At my daughter’s urging last night, we brought the box up from the basement. I hadn’t seen my wedding dress in over 21 years, so it was with an interesting mix of reluctance and anticipation that I tore off the sealing tape. The dress had been treated and painstakingly packaged to keep out the light and air that would damage the fabric with the passage of time. I had never opened it, knowing that one day it would be time, that this cherished token of the happiest day of my life, would be put to use again.
Breathing a barely perceptible sigh of relief, I saw the fabric was still as snowy white as it had been on that long ago day. Only the sequins were yellowed with age. They shimmered, golden in the festive Christmas lights. When moments later, my daughter entered, wearing the dress, her feet fairly floating across the room, I smiled. Seeing her there, swirling around, admiring the train, the lace, the bead work, I was acutely aware that this will be our last Christmas with this exquisite young woman. Her beau proposed on Thanksgiving day. Come this time next year, her primary role will be wife, rather than daughter.
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“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew11:28-30, NIV)
When I was a kid, I always thought of eggs when I heard this passage. Easy yolks, just the way I liked them, which was a pretty cool thing for Jesus to talk about, though a bit mystifying. Later I was taught that the yoke here meant a y-o-k-e, like oxen wear, keeping them together, and that we are to be yoked with Jesus. Kind of a ‘Jesus take the wheel’ scenario. Now the principle of that teaching is true, but this past week I learned that the word yoke here has a totally different meaning.