I used to choose a word of the year and focus on learning more, growing more, settling more on that word and what it means to me...but this year I chose to not do that and to just live life the way it was supposed to be lived.
This was a big year for me...and for my whole houseful of boys.
But this year I didn't choose a word...though if I had, I'd say it would have been 'change'. Or maybe 'adapt'? Or maybe 'roll my eyes at every little annoying thing that happens'?
But this year I didn't choose a word...though if I had, I'd say it would have been 'change'. Or maybe 'adapt'? Or maybe 'roll my eyes at every little annoying thing that happens'?
I turned a half century. That guy that I like so much and I celebrated our pearl anniversary. Our nest emptied as the youngest shrub went to college and moved into the dorm.
And now, as I sit at my kitchen counter while I wait for the cookies to bake, I can't help but think back on what this year was like for me. It was a happy year....a fun year. But quite frankly, I was a mess.
I was quick to anger. I felt anxious at things I shouldn't have felt anxious about. I was tired and grumpy and not the best friend or wife or mother. I just wasn't. I'm not even sure that others noticed...but I felt it.
But the biggest thing?
I pushed God away.
I stopped making a priority out of my spiritual life. Everything else took precedence....everything. I had time to work. I had time to play. I had time to cook and clean and watch movies and spend time with my people. I had time for so many, many things...except Jesus.
I blamed it on sitting alone in church. Of falling in to that 'no one notices if I'm here anyway' mentality...one that is easy to have if you have a loved one in church work. I blamed it on being too busy or too tired or too something or other.
I blamed it on sitting alone in church. Of falling in to that 'no one notices if I'm here anyway' mentality...one that is easy to have if you have a loved one in church work. I blamed it on being too busy or too tired or too something or other.
Last night I was awake in the middle of the night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept focusing on the things that didn't happen and then, while the rain poured down from the sky and the thunder rumbled in the background and I knew...I just knew. Jesus...He was never far. I pushed and pushed and pushed Him back and He just stayed put. Watching and waiting as if to say 'ok, Michele...are you done yet?'
So as I finish out this year, as I try and end things higher rather than lower...as I focus on what a gift a faith in God is and that even when I fall short there are others who are there to hold me up - well, I've decided to once again have a word to focus on for 2017.
My word?
It kind of seems like a strange choice and that's ok. I'm going to move this year. Not as in a move houses sort of thing...that's not even on our radar AT ALL unless the Holy Spirit chooses to shove us out of where we're happily at. But move as in move my body...whether it be out of bed early to spend some quiet time with God or getting myself back out on my hiking trails so that I can center myself and just chill out, or move as in move closer to Jesus.
Move closer to Jesus.
I want to pray more. Read more. Write scripture more.
I want to give Him my best. My first fruit gift of time and energy.
But first there is Christmas. The gifts have been wrapped and under the tree for some time now. The meals are all planned and shopped for and are waiting to be cooked. The cookies are baking today with the help of my mother-in-law and Emily and our little house smells SO good right now...all cinnamony and chocolatey and sugary. It rained last night and outside it is green and lush and fresh.
We're only missing one boy, who as a professional trumpet player is in high demand at this time of year...so he'll be arriving home after playing late tonight. He's playing for a church tomorrow morning, too...and Michael has responsibilities as well, so we'll settle in for Christmas at some point after noon.
But the true gift has already arrived. He's here, walking among us and as much as we push back, He's not going anywhere.
But the true gift has already arrived. He's here, walking among us and as much as we push back, He's not going anywhere.
Merry Christmas, my friends. Thank you all for playing such an important role in the lives of my family...from your emails and comments to just reading along and praying for us. It means a lot to me.
=)
I'm ready to sit and enjoy the next few days with all my boys, my houseful of boys, all here under one roof for the next night or two. There won't be quiet, but there will be life...and right now I'm ready for that. I might hide out now and then in my bathroom just to grab a bit of peace from football (hello...the Broncos have to play on Christmas Day? At dinner time???)...but hey, all moms do better if they grab a few moments of quiet amidst the chaos.
Can I hear an Amen?
And if you leave your computer unattended while switiching cookie sheets around, you just might find a little note from one boy, who shall remain nameless.
Haha.
Alex and his two sisters Brian and Matthew would like to wish every a merry christmas. So..........merry christmas!