(insert cliche' "Where did the year go??? thought here...)
In our house, we usually decide to look forward to the next year as opposed to lamenting that another year is behind us. Each year, we usually try to find a word to focus on and make that a theme for the year. For so long- during the early house years, my word was "patience."
Over and over and over,
year after year...I chose patience.
Spoiler alert: I'm moving on from that word. :)
Anyway, this summer, I received a fun chalk board from a friend, and we thought we'd all pick a word to work on for the year and write them up there. (and now I need to find a new place to put C's memory work!).
Each of us chose something different:
I don't know why he chose that word, but it literally fell off his tongue without a moment's hesitation. He didn't explain it to me, or what he was going to do with it this year, but I can't wait to see how God moves him. You all already know I'm his biggest fan, but I also respect that man as the spiritual cornerstone of our family. His humility and care with our children's hearts is something I'm so so grateful my children have. So, compassion fits well here.
Me (Sandy) - Joy
I started seeing this word everywhere went starting in September, and I knew God was calling me out of my "patience" era with the house. Joy. It's an interesting word to define, isn't it? Here's the thing, I was letting things steal my joy. .
So many things.
Worries, comparisons, STUFF, worries, anger, hard-heartedness toward people (this is where I struggle most currently) , worries, insecurities....they were all stealing my joy. So, when our school year had a theme centering around Joy, and the auction I'm coordinating has a theme around Joy, well...I'm going to work on getting the joy down in my heart. :) Wouldn't you know it, though...as soon as I declare it a theme, satan works harder on me than ever. But I'm onto him...and I'm fighting him. Satan, get behind me because there is joy to be had.
I actually hesitated a bit when he said this. Again, a quick roll of the tongue as if he didn't even think about it, this was God speaking through him. Dave and I talk to him all the time about self-control. My boy is growing up, and in the phase in life when he's bathing in testosterone from time to time, and sometimes needs to remember that a little self-control goes a long way when anger bubbles up. I can see his wheels turning from time to time, so I know it's in his mind. To have a grasp on that at 11 makes my mama-heart all warm and fuzzy.
C- consecrated to Christ
Yes, my second grade, 7 year old came up with this. All on his own. Well, not necessarily on his own...he's in a Christian school where concepts like this are discussed often. I turned to him and asked him if he knew what it meant, "Yes, dedicated to Christ. Dedicated to God."
Baby L. - patience
Whoop, there it is. Again.
Actually, in all honesty, when we asked her what she wanted for 2015, she said, "Pizza!" Which we're turning into patience. :) So, there it is again...because- well, she's 2. Need I say more?
And also, pizza is served in the PMD house every
Friday night for Family pizza/game/movie night.
You're welcome to join us!
*with enough warning, of course!