Some do resolutions, I do word of the year.
Around September I start praying and watching for confirmation. Sometimes the words come later in the year, and I’ve had them as early as October. That was the case for this year.
The words have been abundance, revive, chosen, preposterous, perspective and fierce. All good.
And in my innocence, I try to define what the word will mean for me. It’s always so much more than I can imagine. Perspective taught me all 2016 to look beyond what I was feeling. It would have been tempting to go with my gut reaction to the many changes the year brought and make that the period at the end of my sentence. Perspective forced me to have a panoramic view of each change. Fierce I believe was the mindset God had for me, and I had to choose for myself.
So for transformation, I’m already running ahead trying to figure it out.
There’s the superficial.
-Growing my hair out (and the curls, the red curls!)
-Hoping to ditch the glasses and go back to contacts
-Believing my hormones will behave, I’ll find a groove with fitness, and see additional weight loss.
There’s the monumental.
-There’s a lot of roles and titles in my life. This year I’m not just step-mom, we will be grandparents. I always separate explaining who is who not because I see a difference between our children and his, but because a lot of people aren’t aware we are actually a family with 4 kids, and they tend to think our 18 year old is the one with the changes. Our 13 year old will be an aunt, and our college boy, and uncle. And my husband is one beaming grandpa-to-be.
That’s off the top of my head. I know even this month we’ll learn more that could change things. I have a full, solid, crazy year planned with writing and speaking. Only God knows the changes to come.
That’s my word for the year.
I don’t know how to explain it, but I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach 2016 was going to be a long haul.
Some things I knew were happening—a wedding in the same time frame as a graduation. A child’s genetic testing. Another child transitioning from high school to college.
But, as the year unfolded, there were plenty of surprises.
- I felt a stirring I attribute to God that I was to my own ministry/business as an author and speaker. By February, I was moving forward with Surrendered Scribe Media. By March, ENTRUSTED was re released and ENTANGLED was released.
- My husband changed his job. I had a feeling this was coming, but what I didn’t anticipate was his working from home much of the time.
- My father-in-law passed away in July. The kindest man, talk about a huge void.
- Grief from loved one’s choices I couldn’t control (and still can’t!)
- A complete flip in health that was hormone/menopause related. It hit me HARD.
It was rough, and I honestly wanted to define the year that way. However, the word for my year is perspective, and I’ve really tried to apply that. I see why it is the word for me, because I learned a lot.
The absolute fear and anger I had over my husband being home on “my” schedule also offered a lunch partner at times, and help when I wasn’t able to get our child from school.
Watching God grow our loved ones closer through as they listened to us share with transparency regarding choices. Had I stayed grief-stricken, I don’t think God could have used us. Seeing it in time as an opportunity instead of devastation changed everything.
I’m sure there is more I’m not seeing yet, but perspective definitely helps me move forward and not dwell on the negative. As we wind the year down, we also had a very thankful Thanksgiving. Not only are we surviving all these things, but we learned Tom’s oldest daughter is expecting. It’s the first grandchild for us, and we are thrilled for her and her husband.
What are you thankful for this year? Do you think of perspective at all? How?
Yep, you read it right.
In 2013 it was ABUNDANCE.
2014? CHOSEN AND PREPOSTEROUS.
2015 was all about REVIVE.
Each year I pray for the word or words and invest them into a theme for the year. It’s amazing to watch God work. The word/s always come back with full meaning at the end of year.
I am certain 2016 will be no exception.
This is the earliest I’ve ever received the theme, it was probably late September or early October. How I wanted to blab and dissect it all, but I knew I had to wait.
Fierce and Perspective
I’m tempted to flesh it out, define it, and expound. I’ve already seen both words in my vocabulary, and I’ve heard it many places. But experience tells me to wait.
God has a lot to say and show me in a year I already know has expanded vision for what I do. Things are changing in my husband’s 8-5 life. We have a son graduating high school. Another son getting married. College. Middle School.
It’s exciting and scary and awesome and eye opening.
I’m pretty sure it’s also going to be fierce.
Last week we took a quick trip back to our hometown to visit family. It was the first time in awhile all four of us were together in the same car, so I was the passenger. Right away I noticed something.
There was bird poop covering quite a bit of my side of the window.
My husband was out of wiper fluid and the car wash we tried to go to was closed. We had a schedule to keep, so off we went.
I know the route. There are things I look forward to.
And everytime I looked out my side of the window, there was no beauty in anything I was glancing at.
Everything was magnified by bird poop.
Then it hit me.
When I have a bad attitude, that’s my bird poop. No matter what pretty thing is before me, my attitude clouds the beauty before me. I miss a blessing because I can’t get past the white mess called my attitude.
It’s not a pretty visual, and neither is a bad attitude. You’ve been around people with the terminal grumpies. Nothing is good enough for them. Everything is bleak. And if you’re honest, you can’t get away from them fast enough.
Are you that kind of person?
This winter has been harsh. About two storms ago I resolved to be foul. Even on a sunny day all I could focus on was the ice. My aching wrist. Another day off from school. I missed the cardinals in the snow. Blue skies.
Don’t have the mindset that is akin to bird poop when there is such a beautiful backdrop surrounding you.
That was my lesson this week.
Thanksgiving speaks so many things to me.
Time passing on traditions in the kitchen.
No matter where we are, Ohio or New York,
just the four of us or extended family,
I always try to take extra time to reflect on our blessings.
The word God gave me for 2013 was abundance.
What a beautiful word.
And what a faithful God.
Abundance of healing after losing my mother-in-law.
Abundance of family time with a vacation we saved years for.
Abundance of unity with fellow believers as we chose forgiveness together.
Abundance of God’s provision as we have a new pastor we know God handpicked for such a time as this.
Abundance of time to write so I could finish my first novel.
Abundance of prayers from others to help direct my writing steps.
Abundance of laughter as I navigate life as a wife, mom, writer, mentor.
Abundance of healing as my wrist is well.
Abundance of unexpected blessings as I was able to travel to the Adirondacks with my mom.
Abundance of new opportunities as we close doors and open new ones, with His leading.
Abundance of clothes on our backs and closets.
Abundance of food on the table and in cupboards.
Abundance, abundance, abundance.
I also realized this season to have abundance also means choosing perspective, perspective, perspective.
May your perspective this Thanksgiving be about abundant blessings!
Thank you for reading today. I appreciate you!