We’re 3 weeks into 2015, and so far, I’m smiling. 2015 seems rather lovely! A bit cold but lovely. Did I mention cold? Goals are still going okay – not perfect, but okay, and that feels pretty good. Sticktoitiveness isn’t necessarily my strong point, especially when it comes to unpleasant tasks that require discipline, so okay is reasonable to me.
All in all, it’s a nice change from 2014, which was, from a bird’s eye view, a very hard year. I wanted to love it – having a new baby, my much-longed for growing family, a fun trip to the beach, having a few small adventures, paying off some debts – but it was just so…hard. Not life-altering, earth-shattering stuff. More like “put-your-head-down-square-your-shoulders-and-try-to-plow-through” hard.
As 2014 drew to a close, I wanted renewed energy for 2015 and craved a fresh perspective. I had no way of knowing if this year would be easier, but I had kept my bobbing head out of the waves long enough to remember how many wonderful things are in my life, even when it’s hard. It was out of that place that my word came to me:
Delight. It makes me smile just to say it. I want to delight in things this year…my children, my husband, my home, my opportunities, my writing, my body, my mind. Especially my children. I’ve been overwhelmed with the speed with which they’re becoming their own people. I want to soak them up, to play more, to peek in on them while they sleep, to say yes more than I say no, to start new family traditions, to take them new places, to make them laugh, to learn on a deeper level what makes them tick.
I settled on my word quite a while ago, but while I was mulling it over one afternoon, the phrase “every good and perfect gift” was repeatedly impressed upon me. This set off familiar bells in my mind because I’ve read James 1:17 before and sung the song, but I wanted to be sure of the words, so I looked it up and read this:
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
I’ve never chosen a verse of the year before. I’ve never made my word of the year particularly spiritual before, for that matter. But I believe God pointed me to this verse and wants me to remember that as I delight in the many wonderful things in my life, I need to remember them as good and perfect things given to me by my Father. Active gifts. They didn’t just fall in my lap. He specifically chose them for me and was delighted to give them to me. It sounds super cliche to me when I see it in black and white, but I sense that there’s a lot I’m supposed to unpack about that during the next 12 months.
Do you pick a word, theme, or verse of the year? I’d love to what you chose if you do!