I don’t like resolutions. I shy away from predictions. I am more of a “goals and objectives” kinda gal. In – SHOCKER – a list form! Here are some of my goals for the coming year:
- Read the Bible AT LEAST daily.
- Become more active in my church. Also, if I’m uncomfortable with that, find a church that I am comfortable with doing that in.
- Keep blogging. I love to journal and I love the feedback that I get. It’s not usually in comments, but rather in emails or direct messages that are from close friends. I appreciate that so much.
- Do more random acts of kindness. How about making them NORMAL and not RANDOM?
- Disney. Again.
- Make sure my teenagers know how very special they are…and then keep telling them. Every day. I see so much hurt in teens all over the place and I need to be SURE I don’t have that under my roof. Ever.
- Be more expressive of my feelings in person. I have a pretty hefty problem of expressing myself if you’re in the same room with me. Over blogs, texts, emails – I can rock out words a plenty. I need to get over it.
It’s so hard to believe that it’s come and gone. That the long-awaited day of celebrations of our Savior’s birth…with presents and food and family has happened and is now a memory. As I upload the photos to my computer and try to process the frenzy of the last few days….I thought I’d list out some things that I hope I remember a year from now…or even 5…but hopefully 30. You know I can turn anything into bullet form. 🙂
- Oatmeal cookies are good. But making them is NOT an easy task.
- My boys DO count presents.
- Mama will let you help. If she has a debilitating illness.
- Family really is the best part of it. Hands down.
- If your husband buys you that Kitchen-Aid mixer, he WILL expect you to USE it.
- When people say “if you need me, just call” – they might really mean it.
- Santa can find his way in even if you don’t have a chimney, a special key for him or sleigh parking.
- The more you say “I’m not going to overdo it this year.” is proportional to the amount in which you WILL.
- Kids are really fun to watch open presents. The wonder, the surprise, the smiles…it just makes the hustle and bustle and money and time SO WORTH IT.
- It really is better to give than receive. Honestly.
- There is no better party than a pajama party.
- McDonald’s really is the only place open. Really.
- Being able to help your parents out more than ever is still rewarding even if your Mom is sick and that’s the only reason she let you do most of the grocery shopping.
- Having a sick mommy on Christmas is pretty much the same as having a sick kiddo at Christmas. Feels just as yucky and you want to take it away for them!
- Real friends wear pajamas to your house. And don’t care that you’re still in them.
- Reading the Bible on Christmas Eve with your kids is actually that awesome. Having a husband that explains things and is so patient with them is even more awesome.
- When it’s all said and done and your four year old lists out a few toys as her fave parts of the day….but ends with, “but spending time with my family was the best thing ever” – it’s okay to cry. It’s probably preferred to exploding internally.
Merry Christmas to everyone reading. It’s been a great one for us and I hope it has been for you as well!
My heart is really heavy tonight. I’ve prayed, I’ve cried, I’ve read, I’ve watched…I’ve tried to comprehend the details and then shut my computer in dismay. I have hugged my children, absorbed in their scents, and thanked the Lord for my blessings. I feel so incredibly sad for the families of the little angels that lost their lives today. I feel so raw with emotion that I can’t even put into words exactly how it makes me feel. I am looking to my Lord. I am not asking for answers or understanding or even peace. What I ask is for more people to trust Him. More people to have the kind of faith that moves mountains. That heals hearts. That forgives. Those children were so innocent, so unfinished. Surely so loved by a parent or two….grandparents…great-grandparents..aunts..uncles…brothers…sisters. Those small little hands and fingers and toes….so small and yet so missed this evening. I cannot even imagine the hurt and loss that their families must be feeling. But, even so, I pray that they have faith. I pray that they look to Him. I pray that they would draw closer and nearer to the only one who can deliver them. I pray that they would know Him, love Him, trust Him. Only through Him will they once again see those small eyes and be reunited among streets of gold!!! I pray for comfort for these people, this town, our country. We surely need many things…but most of all, Him.