So….a new year, a new blog, a new adventure.
The other afternoon, one of my boys came into the kitchen while I cleaned and proudly showed me the “food” he had created and placed inside the expensive wooden doll house refrigerator he just received at Christmas. As he explained in great detail the tacos, vegetables, soups he had stored inside, I became increasingly irritated and voiced my frustration with a quick scolding for not caring better for his new toy. His eyes dulled and his demeanor shifted. Immediately, I saw the error of my ways. I bent down on one knee and connected with his little heart. I apologized and told him I thought his food was creative and witty. He smiled and I hugged him.
For several weeks, I have been praying for a “word”. Looking for one word to define 2019. Mother culture and Christian culture indicate I am to have one. Just one. Except God chose differently for us. He saw my need. Our need as a family. He graciously gave me two words. I asked Him to change them. Give me one, I pleaded. It works better. It posts better. One word is what everyone else gets. I whined and He kept giving me the same beautiful two words. Finally, I conceded. As I let the words settle down in my soul, I felt the beauty and fit of them. Like new clothes carefully chosen for their quality and appropriateness for the occasion, these two words fit perfectly.
Joyful connection – a daily reminder to speak to those around me with joy and love and patience and kindness. A daily reminder to be purposeful in my relationships. I have three sons given to me for a short season. I already find life is flying by at a startling pace. This will be the beginning of a new year, a new season, a new adventure. One that I will do my best to honor with these two words. Will you join me?