Remembering: {My Word of the Year}

I don’t even remember what my “word” for 2016 was…it’s been that kind of year.

I do remember that I almost didn’t pick one. That it took me almost a month to decide on one. And even when I did finally choose, I was still a little unsure, a little hesitant.

I didn’t remember, until I just now checked, that I never even wrote about my word here on my blog. I’m not sure that I wrote it down anywhere, but I’m not going to go searching.

In years prior, my word really meant something. I stuck with me throughout the year. It provided a mantra to live and grow by. It was the focus of my write 31 days challenge in October. It was the theme of my year.

Each year past, by the end of December, God was already guiding my heart to the realization of whatever new thing He was about to do in me. And out of those realizations sprung my words.

But this year, I didn’t remember my word. It didn’t stick with me, guiding my heart and lessons. And I didn’t write for 31 days.

2013 my word was Breathe

2014 my word, or rather phrase, was Work Hard, Rest Well

2015 my word was Humble

2016 my word should have been Remember

As I look back on the year past, it is sprinkled full of remembrance.

Remembering lessons I learned in the past and relearning them for my present.

Remembering who I wanted to be as a person and attempting to refocus my life in that direction.

Remembering in the form of rereading a book or passages from books and so desperately needing the reminders.

Remembering how deeply I love my husband and reasserting that love in new ways while heading down the new path our life is on 5 years after “I-do”.

Remembering, or rather, memorizing scripture during the first part of the year. And during the latter half, remembering that I am supposed to be memorizing scripture.

Remembering what is most important and pulling back and back and back until just those things remain. I’m praying that 2017 will grow me solid in those places and allow me to creep back into some other places too.

Remembering that God is good, even when I feel like I’ve now lived years of my life choosing to remember when it doesn’t feel like it.

Remembering that my decision has been made and there is no turning back. I am a Jesus-follower, a Jesus-lover, a Bible-believer, a heaven-bound saint. There is no turning back. Remembering the how and the why of that decision and choosing to remain firm when sometimes all feels doubtful.

Remembering that one lesson I’ve had to relearn a million times…He is enough for me. Jesus and Him alone. He is enough.

Remembering the habits and patterns I’ve worked hard to grow into my life and wondering how they slipped away.

This was year a year of remembering and relearning and revisiting the lessons I thought I had learned, the things I thought I’d moved past. This was a year of humbling myself to relearn, to revisit, to be re-repentant. This was a year of being reminded how desperately I need Jesus to keep refreshing and renewing His work in me each day.

And if I’m honest, most days I’ve fought it. I’ve fought the remembering. I don’t want to step back into the painful lessons of yesterday, no matter how urgently necessary they are for my present. But slowly, tip-toeing at first till I’m brave enough to sprint forward headlong, slowly, I’m going back.

I’m remembering and relearning and renewing my mind for today with the lessons of yesterday.

And I find as I do, that the lessons from then, go so much deeper today. There is so much depth and so much freedom to be found as I review and remember and revisit and relearn. And I ponder again what I’ve often said and often tried to disregard, that this walk with Christ is simply one of learning and relearning the gospel over and over and over again.

I’ll be learning and relearning the gospel of grace until my dying day and each time I accept that fact anew, so much freedom is released inside me.

I didn’t know this was where my year would go. And perhaps it’s good that I forgot my word. Perhaps I needed to learn this lesson unguided. I don’t think it’s a lesson, or rather a million little lessons, that I’m near finished learning yet.

This new year, I didn’t think I was going to choose a word at all. Until God gently placed one in my lap.

Peace

My word for 2017 is peace.

I am praying for and seeking to cultivate peace this year. Peace in my heart, in our home, in my mind, in our marriage, and in my serving.

Peace. In my head it is such an over-used, misapplied and misinterpreted concept. But in my heart, I know that it is a sacred gift from God and something that He talks about over and over in His Word. It isn’t a special feeling or spiritual knowing. It is something to be worked for, prayed for, and fought for. This is my 2017 prayer, focus, battlecry.

May peace, His peace, reign in me.

Be blessed

Fully Awake: {Slowing Down for Christmas}

The wonder and excitement in his little eyes was magical. I’ve taken him down the Avenue three times already. Three times to see my favorite sparkling Christmas decoration that our city puts up. Three times in the mere week since the decorations began to slowly appear.

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I can’t wait for this season.

I love lights. I love people out and about. I love the expectation in the air. I love the sense of everyone in this together. I love the excuse to bake to my hearts content. I love push to slow down. Yes.

Each Christmas season I feel a push to slow down.

This season to so many is a season of speeding up…of rushing and hurrying and doing. But to me it’s always been a season of slowing down in the midst of rush.

It’s a season of slowing your mind and quieting your heart to bask in the awe and wonder of the season and the weight and glory of God with us.

It’s been a long and wonderful year of motherhood. But also, a long year of struggling to do just that. Struggling to slow my mind and quiet my heart.

I need the push of this season to slow down and enjoy my life. I’m working to get back to that place of joy and gratitude by starting with thanks. I’ve been listening Ann Voskamp’s book ‘1000 Gifts’ and oh, is it ever what my heart needs…again. Three years later and I’m realizing just how quickly my heart forgets lessons learned.

As I walked, pushing James in the little umbrella stroller, admiring the Christmas decorations and watching the people walking by, these words played into my headphones.

“I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks.” Ann Voskamp

I’ve felt so much weight on my soul these past months. Weight of suffering and injustice and pain of the world. Weight that I know is far lighter than the weight of those living under the crush of these sorrows. And I’ve wondered if I even should allow myself to be happy or thankful for all I have been given, when others are living stripped so bare.

“I only deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks.” Ann Voskamp

Balm to my questioning soul.

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” James 1:17

Yes, we mourn with those who mourn, but we also recognize and give thanks for every good gift God gives, no matter how small the gift. Because when we refuse to live thankful, we trivialize the brokenness in this world. We minimize pain by refusing to recognize good for what it truly is, a gift from God’s hand.

We can and should weep with those who weep, but if we do not also rejoice with those who rejoice, rejoicing in who God is and in His goodness to us, we will never fully bring Him the glory we were intended to.

This moment tonight, my little boy’s eyes catching the sparkle of the Christmas lights, and the many precious moments I hope will come this holiday season, I want to receive them fully aware and fully thankful and fully joyful.

I want to receive the moments that are given me fully awake to the gift from God that they are.

I don’t want to live blind and rushed and anxious through my life. And what better time to start this journey than today? What better season than Christmas, when the reminders to receive joy and give thanks are literally written on million napkins and t-shirts and coffee mugs and billboards everywhere I look.

My mantra is becoming…

Give thanks. Receive joy. Fully awake.

Will you join me?

Be blessed

Worst Case Scenario: {The Lie of Preparation}

It was the middle of a worship night and my mind was running crazy down the path of some anxious scenario. I wanted to be at this worship night. I wanted to be all in worshipping Jesus. I wanted to be distraction and worry free, but here I was, chasing anxiety again.

For a moment, I let my mind follow the anxious path. I could feel body tensing and tears springing to my eyes. And the words I’ve told myself so many times floated through my head…

”It’s good to think through this, because now, if the worst does happen, I will be prepared to deal with it.”

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But in that instant it struck me: these words I’d so often repeated to myself were not wisdom but lies.

My mind spun as this truth sank in. Finally, as the spinning calmed and my thoughts collected themselves, I breathed deep.

I knew in that moment I had a choice.

Closed eyes.
Deep breath.
Whispered prayers.
And then I lifted my head with this resolve.

I will not move on in life persistently imagining and preparing myself for the worst case scenario. Because there is no need.

In Jesus I already have everything I need for life and godliness. I am already equipped to deal with any trial God brings my way, because Jesus is in me.

“His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence”
2 Peter 1:3

I do not need to prepare for the worst case scenario, because I already am prepared in Jesus…because I have Jesus living and active in me.

All this running of scenarios and what-ifs in my mind wasn’t just “helpful planning” or even “harmless anxiety”. It was sin. It was indulging in the lie that I am somehow in control of my own life and emotions in such a way that were something bad to happen to me or someone I love, I wouldn’t need help.

I believed that I would be okay because I was prepared enough and that all this preparation would make me strong enough to handle whatever life could throw at me.

But preparation doesn’t make me strong. Jesus makes me strong because Jesus is strong in me.

If I truly believe that Jesus was already strong on my behalf when He went to the cross, then surely I can believe that He will be strong enough in me throughout every day of this life.

As the truth grew stronger inside me, I slowly refocused my heart on worship…bowing my heart and head before my Maker in joy and praise.

But our Enemy doesn’t give up easily. Anxious thoughts came storming into my mind many other times throughout the night. But this time, I had another weapon with which to battle. Another truth with which to take out the lies.

Be blessed

Lifeline: {When You’re Grasping at Hope}

Another month is nearly over. Another set of thirty-one days that I’m oh-so ready to move past. The days and weeks this time around have added up slowly, painfully.
I’ve over and over felt…
Lost.
Overwhelmed.
Floundering.

I’ve been fighting for hope in an ocean of unknown that’s trying to drag me under it’s icy hopelessness.

In the days and weeks stretched before that, things felt…
More sure.
More stable.
More hopeful.

But despite of the seeming goodness of life, I still felt a little lost, a little overwhelmed, a little like a fish floundering for water.

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And as the emotions tug and pull at me with the changing of the winds, I struggle to keep a sure emotional footing. And I’m reminded again…

The current quality of my life does not determine my emotional and spiritual wellbeing.

Because on the good days and the bad days…
In the joyful seasons and in the painful seasons…
Through the happy times and the somber times…
I have a lifeline.

Somewhere in the midst of life I forgot that.

I forgot that there is rope next to me always, just waiting to pull me above the pounding waves if only I will grab on.

But like a stubborn child I am, I fight and flail against the waves. I flounder in the depths, struggling to prove my own sufficiency, when I could simply reach out to the help offered.

Somewhere in the day to day of the past two months, God interrupted me and pointed me gently back to my lifeline…back to Himself. All through those long days, the good and the bad, I could have been seeking Him, worshiping Him, learning from Him, holding tightly to His Words, listening for His voice.

My Lifeline was there all along, and I just didn’t see it.

Sisters…
Brothers…
I wish I could take you by the shoulders and give you the tiniest, gentlest shake and say in the softest, most passionate voice I could muster…

“You have a Lifeline.”

He is there, whether you feel Him or not.
He’s waiting right in front of you.
He’s not going to let the waves drown you while you’re in His care.
He’s speaking to you whether you can hear or not.
In fact, He’s already spoken and is just waiting for you to read it again.

And when I quit my stubborn floundering and grab tight to my Lifeline, the desperate grasping for more is over. The waves are still pounding and the wind is still pulling at my tired body and mind, but I’m safe.

It’s no longer up to me.
I’m no longer alone.
I’m no longer dependent on my circumstances for my joy.

There is utter freedom in dependence on Jesus.

You guys…we have a Lifeline. Let’s let that truth wash us and overwhelm us with gratitude. And then Iet’s grab on tight.
Let’s dig deep into His Word expecting Him to speak.
Let’s pray with passion and honesty and truth.
Let’s preach the gospel to our broken hearts.
Let’s speak out loud the truth of His love and grace.
Let’s humble ourselves in worship.
Let’s seek His face and ask for His help and fight for faith.

He is be there to pull us in close. Let’s grab our Lifeline and hold on with everything we’ve got and believe that He will not let us go. Let’s rediscover the joy in the freedom of dependence.

Be blessed

Lifeline: {When You’re Grasping at Hope}

Another month is nearly over. Another set of thirty-one days that I’m oh-so ready to move past. The days and weeks this time around have added up slowly, painfully.
I’ve over and over felt…
Lost.
Overwhelmed.
Floundering.

I’ve been fighting for hope in an ocean of unknown that’s trying to drag me under it’s icy hopelessness.

In the days and weeks stretched before that, things felt…
More sure.
More stable.
More hopeful.

But despite of the seeming goodness of life, I still felt a little lost, a little overwhelmed, a little like a fish floundering for water.

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And as the emotions tug and pull at me with the changing of the winds, I struggle to keep a sure emotional footing. And I’m reminded again…

The current quality of my life does not determine my emotional and spiritual wellbeing.

Because on the good days and the bad days…
In the joyful seasons and in the painful seasons…
Through the happy times and the somber times…
I have a lifeline.

Somewhere in the midst of life I forgot that.

I forgot that there is rope next to me always, just waiting to pull me above the pounding waves if only I will grab on.

But like a stubborn child I am, I fight and flail against the waves. I flounder in the depths, struggling to prove my own sufficiency, when I could simply reach out to the help offered.

Somewhere in the day to day of the past two months, God interrupted me and pointed me gently back to my lifeline…back to Himself. All through those long days, the good and the bad, I could have been seeking Him, worshiping Him, learning from Him, holding tightly to His Words, listening for His voice.

My Lifeline was there all along, and I just didn’t see it.

Sisters…
Brothers…
I wish I could take you by the shoulders and give you the tiniest, gentlest shake and say in the softest, most passionate voice I could muster…

“You have a Lifeline.”

He is there, whether you feel Him or not.
He’s waiting right in front of you.
He’s not going to let the waves drown you while you’re in His care.
He’s speaking to you whether you can hear or not.
In fact, He’s already spoken and is just waiting for you to read it again.

And when I quit my stubborn floundering and grab tight to my Lifeline, the desperate grasping for more is over. The waves are still pounding and the wind is still pulling at my tired body and mind, but I’m safe.

It’s no longer up to me.
I’m no longer alone.
I’m no longer dependent on my circumstances for my joy.

There is utter freedom in dependence on Jesus.

You guys…we have a Lifeline. Let’s let that truth wash us and overwhelm us with gratitude. And then Iet’s grab on tight.
Let’s dig deep into His Word expecting Him to speak.
Let’s pray with passion and honesty and truth.
Let’s preach the gospel to our broken hearts.
Let’s speak out loud the truth of His love and grace.
Let’s humble ourselves in worship.
Let’s seek His face and ask for His help and fight for faith.

He is be there to pull us in close. Let’s grab our Lifeline and hold on with everything we’ve got and believe that He will not let us go. Let’s rediscover the joy in the freedom of dependence.

Be blessed

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