A word and a project
Had no plans to choose a word for this year. From my seat, the last four years that I have invoked one-words, I have failed them.
Grow up
Steward
Choose
Stop
Failed because, honestly, am I a better person? I've learned a heck of a lot. But better? Highly debatable.
So to me it looks like failure, though that tends to be the only lens I am capable of looking at myself through.
Brandon, er, we'll say encouraged me to pick a word anyway. Thanks, babe. Been thinking a lot about it, praying about it, knowing I didn't want to walk into failure again but also knowing that to stop trying is already failure.
What came to me is that maybe, just maybe, one-words aren't pass/fail. Maybe they are journeys.
So I'm taking the journey. Didn't even have to choose a word because with the very first prayer about it, it was chunked into my lap.
Restore
Definitions are many, but the two I am focusing on are reestablish and rebuild. There is so much, after the kick-us-while-we're-down extravaganza of last year, that needs restoring.
Faith and relationship with God, a constant work in progress.
Attitude. Abysmal attitude.
Authority and guidance over my sons. Just now realizing how much I have neglected to teach them, just basic life skills, by prioritizing tasks above them or by doing things for them so it gets "done right". Ugh.
Friendships. They are suffering.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and
grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Psalm 51:12
Restore me, and I will return,
because you are the Lord my God.
Jeremiah 31:18
And the God of all grace, who called you to His
eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered
a little while, will Himself restore you
and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
1 Peter 5:10
Oh, how I need it. Thank you, God.
And then the project. There's this challenge going around on some blogs, no clue what it's called, to take one photo of your kids every week of the year. Rules: no staging or posing, just a real-life natural snapshot of your kid doing his or her thing. Sounds interesting. Of course, that which sounds interesting on week one could be a ginormous pain in the rear by week nineteen.
We'll see.
But for now, here are my boys in one of their most natural habitats. Gym at Staunton River, all up in the anthill. My Trey, attentive and intense. My Aden, well, being Aden. Might be breaking the rules a bit by having two photos each, but couldn't turn any of them down.
Grow up
Steward
Choose
Stop
Failed because, honestly, am I a better person? I've learned a heck of a lot. But better? Highly debatable.
So to me it looks like failure, though that tends to be the only lens I am capable of looking at myself through.
Brandon, er, we'll say encouraged me to pick a word anyway. Thanks, babe. Been thinking a lot about it, praying about it, knowing I didn't want to walk into failure again but also knowing that to stop trying is already failure.
What came to me is that maybe, just maybe, one-words aren't pass/fail. Maybe they are journeys.
So I'm taking the journey. Didn't even have to choose a word because with the very first prayer about it, it was chunked into my lap.
Restore
Definitions are many, but the two I am focusing on are reestablish and rebuild. There is so much, after the kick-us-while-we're-down extravaganza of last year, that needs restoring.
Faith and relationship with God, a constant work in progress.
Attitude. Abysmal attitude.
Authority and guidance over my sons. Just now realizing how much I have neglected to teach them, just basic life skills, by prioritizing tasks above them or by doing things for them so it gets "done right". Ugh.
Friendships. They are suffering.
grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Psalm 51:12
Restore me, and I will return,
because you are the Lord my God.
Jeremiah 31:18
And the God of all grace, who called you to His
eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered
a little while, will Himself restore you
and make you strong, firm and steadfast.
1 Peter 5:10
And then the project. There's this challenge going around on some blogs, no clue what it's called, to take one photo of your kids every week of the year. Rules: no staging or posing, just a real-life natural snapshot of your kid doing his or her thing. Sounds interesting. Of course, that which sounds interesting on week one could be a ginormous pain in the rear by week nineteen.
We'll see.
But for now, here are my boys in one of their most natural habitats. Gym at Staunton River, all up in the anthill. My Trey, attentive and intense. My Aden, well, being Aden. Might be breaking the rules a bit by having two photos each, but couldn't turn any of them down.
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