I don’t really make New Year’s resolutions. I made one…once which was no speeding tickets in 2008! I write it with an exclamation mark because whenever I told it to people I would shout it and thurst my fist into the air like a champion. Side note: I kept it. (You can applaud here.) Other than that, and that one was purely out of necessity seeing that I had received 3 in 2007, I can’t remember one resolution I have ever made let alone kept.
This year I didn’t make any resolutions either. However, any time I thought about it (because I totally think about it every year and try and come up with one) a few words came to mind. They are not resolutions because I don’t have any specific goals, but they are words. Words I hope will define my year. Words that I will seek out this year. Words that I desire this year.
The same three words kept rolling around in my head over and over:
Health, family and God. I desire to be healthy, wholly healthy. Not just in my diet and exercise (yes that) but mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I desire health in my relationships, in my home, in my family. Healthy. I want to be healthy.
Family. I desire to see my family grow and learn. Grow closer together, learn how to be a fully functioning family of three.
God. To seek. To pursue. To give. To love. To know (Him) more. To follow closer.
These three words seemed to define my desire for 2015 any time I thought about what I would have this year look like. But then, one more kept trying to sneak in the back door. I’m not including it in the list because I don’t feel like it is as much a part of defining my year as it is defining my life right in this moment.
I have found myself, for a while now, trapped in a cycle of utter complaining. Ugh. I hate saying that out loud. But tis the truth. One complaint turned into another and snowballed until I had found that I could complain about anything really. I was really good at finding things to complain about. God spoke to me a couple of weeks ago about this and He told me, “You have been complaining so much that you have stopped talking about all the things I have done for you.” Um…yikes! That is no bueno. Is that really true? Have I complained so much that I stopped talking and remembering what God has done (and is doing) for me? I did some quick calculations for you know about 2 seconds and I realized, “Oh dear heavens, what the Lord hath sayth unto me ith true.” But seriously, it’s true. So thus, I am now on a journey of gratitude. I even made myself a gratitude jar. Each night I write down the thing I am most thankful for during the day, date it and stick it in the jar. Turns out, there is a lot to be thankful for.
What about you? Does anybody have a great New Year’s resolution?