Tuesday, January 17, 2023

2023 Goals

 2022 was not the easiest year.  We had a fair bit of loss, disappointment, and sadness.  The year started off with challenges from the start, and it remained so throughout.  Many times during the year I thought "I hope next year is better!".

And yet, even through all the tears, frustrations, and worries, I knew God was with us.  I often prayed during those moments, "gift, gift, gift".  Even the bad parts of the year were gifts from God and I knew it.  And it helped sometimes, but sometimes it also just helped to cry, mourn, grieve, and offer it all up to God.  

As 2023 approached and I thought about the new year, I made some loose goals, one of which is to listen to a podcast of the Bible in a year, which has already been a wonderful blessing.  I also thought about a word for the year.  I tossed around a few ideas, but I kept coming back to the word I've held onto for a few years now:  fiat.  I've blogged about the word fiat (you can read it here), and everything I wrote then still holds fast today.  Among the hardships of the last year, I could always see God's hand working; I could often see the blessings coming from the challenge, and even if I couldn't immediately see it, I knew God would work it for good. 

And so I continue to pray fiat.  To pray God's will in my life -- that God, who knows far better than I what will be beneficial for me to experience and endure, will continue to bless me and my family as He sees fit.  

Our pastor's homily on Sunday centered around the phrsase "Know God and make Him known".  As I approach this coming year, being open to God's will, I will keep this in mind too.  After all, everything in the Christian life boils down to this: to know God and to grow in myrelationship with Him, and to make Him known in everything I do, to everyone I encounter. 

So no matter what curveballs I may feel 2023 brings me, I want these two prayers to hem me in: let it be unto me as God says, and to know God and make Him known.


Monday, January 9, 2023

Random Thoughts, Post-Christmas



Oh wow!  If ever I resonated with a meme, it's this one!  The older I get, the more this is me.  Staying home brings me serious joy, and it appears I'm becoming a hermit in my old(er) age.  Wearing comfy clothes, doing chores around the house, hanging with my family. . .what's not to love??  I am afraid I may become a complete recluse when I retire!  Maybe send help?  Or don't and just come and visit me - as long as you bring wine and don't mind how I look in joggers and a sweatshirt. :) 

Here is our Christmas tree this year:  


Our tree began in the normal way, with fun family decorating and silliness and banter.  The tree looked lovely, covered in all our family ornaments, just as it always does.  But a day or two into its tenure in our home, the tree was being attacked.  Or rather, the ornaments were being attacked.  Picked off, one by one, by. . .you guessed it - Duke the wonder dog!  Yep, the ornaments appeared to be tasty treats to our naughty boy.  So one by one, over the next few days, I began un-trimming the tree, until only about the top third of the tree remained decorated.  I got used to the look after a while and it reminded me of all our toddler years.  Of course, Duke is a lot of the work of a toddler without all the rewards. . .but that's not the point here. 

Just before Christmas, I did this silly sheet with my students:  I think my teacher wants_____for Christmas.  The answers all made me laugh.  A couple of my favorites:


Umm. . .no thank you! One wild canine is all this family can handle. 


Ok!  I don't know what a crazy Batman car is, but I might enjoy fitting all my children in it.  
Apparently it's crazy big!