It’s Gonna be a One Word Year

So, as I said in my previous post- I’ve chosen a word for the coming year. Not a vow. Not a promise. A goal. One Word. Easy Peasy, right?

On second thought, I think it sounds and looks easier than it is. Today we had plumbing problems in the guest bathroom. We have family on the horizon fast approaching. Not an opportune time. I just fell apart- One. More. Thing. I said through the tears that were forming- “It’s always One. More. Thing. I’m so tired of this.” And he says “it’s always been One. More. Thing.” 

That definitely did not make it better.

So I grieved a little- pouted actually, felt sorry for myself for about 2 minutes; then recovered. And, now the plumber is here and the “thing” is getting resolved. Whew.

Which brings me back to this One Word. 

Persevere. 

Here’s my button, tell me what you think?

oneword2013_persevere

Rather impressive, yes? I have Melanie at Only a Breath to thank for this jewel- http://onlyabreath.com

She is one talented girl with a big heart! Thanks Melanie! Go check her site and ask her to make you a button for your word for 2013.

Being a relative newcomer to the blogosphere, I was clueless about this One Word for the year. No more. This is better than a new year’s resolution. Not an unattainable goal here. Just one simple word. It will stay on my page for this year as a reminder to myself and to keep me accountable. 

I wonder …. 

Persevere. Verb. {uh-oh that means action…} If you click on the aforementioned word to the left there- you can read the dictionary definition- and please note the meaning from the origin in the Old French > continue steadfastly, aka > very strict. Did you read that? VERY STRICT

If you know me even a little- the only thing I relate being very strict about is when I’m addressing my children’s behavior {ok, kids, you can get up from the floor now}. Fortunately, they are grown and do not suffer under mom’s iron rule anymore. 

This just in: I can already see that this persevere thing is going to start right away.  

My computer has just been visited by a gremlin in the Kremlin and I’ve lost the rest of my post. I saved every time I walked away, I did, but, all 4 paragraphs are out in the ether now. So I’ve lost the words and, now, my train of thought. Bummer. 

Here’s my attempt to salvage this pitiful offering…I am the epitome of the word undisciplined. I can accomplish a task or bring something to a satisfactory ending when required. However, now that I’m in charge of my own time, I get around to finishing something eventually. Sort of. Well, occasionally. 

The point is that in order for me to continue steadfastly I have to believe that God is Faithful and will bring me through it if He brings me to it as I’ve heard it said.

 Watch your life and doctrine closely. Persevere in them, because if you do, you will save both yourself and your hearers. 1 Timothy 4:16 

 for I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day. 2 Timothy 1:12b 

Welcome 2013, I eagerly await you and what God is going to do as I persevere.

Come along for the ride?

Just a Word, His Word

It’s here in the silence, after the Christmas celebration; after the food is eaten; after they’ve all gone home; in the spaces, between the dotted “I”s and the crossed “T”s.

He meets me. The overflowing. The meaning of it all.

Love.

His love is real, as tangible as the sound of the snow falling. As warm as the blanket I’m wrapped in. I know He loves me.

The true meaning of the celebration of Christmas some years gets lost in the food, the fun, the surprise of the presents, the hugs, the egg nog. Yet the very reason that we celebrate is the ultimate gift of Love.

His Love come to us.

To the shepherds, the kings, the Simeons, the Annas, the wedding party, the woman who touched Him, to Jairus, to the centurion, to Peter, James and John, to all who followed Him, to Lazarus, to Martha and Mary, to Mary Magdalene, to Paul, to Timothy.

To us. The broken, the dysfunctional, the wounded beyond repair, the sick, the dying, the liars and the cheats, the get along pretty well on our own. We all of us are the object of His Love.

He came to us, for us, because of us, because of our friends, our families, our parents, our siblings, our children, our frenemies, our enemies.

Us.

Why? Because we can’t do this by ourselves. This living and dying. He designed us. We broke us, and only He can fix us. 

Not one of us can do that. Only Love. His Love. LOVE.

Do you hear it? The whisper in the silence, the still small voice passing by reminding us why we just celebrated? 

God so loved the world (you, me, everyone who has lived, is living or ever will live) that He gave His one and only Son (just One for all) that whoever (each one of us) believes in Him (has faith, looks to and hopes in the Son) will not perish (no everlasting death) but have eternal life (complete and whole as we were designed to be).

LOVE

A Christmas Moment

One moment in time…

Is there just one moment you can remember that defines Christmas for you?  I have a Christmas memory of my childhood, of waking one Christmas morning, getting up and it was just getting light- still mostly shadows. Our tree was in the hall, but the lights were off and I could only see a vague image there. The presents were just dark spots under the tree. I looked at the tree and, aware that there were no lights on in the house, thought I was the first one up; but there was a faint glow from the kitchen. I walked past the tree and toward that glow. I lived with my grandparents, and there was my grandfather sitting at the kitchen table, a candle lit, drinking coffee. I remember asking him why he was sitting in the dark with just the candle and him telling me that he was waiting for me to wake up. This little memory was just one moment in time; but as I remember it now, I realize he demonstrated his love for me in the best way he knew how.

Something else comes to me in remembering that moment. The light that announced Jesus’ arrival in Bethlehem was so much brighter than that little candle my grandfather lit in the kitchen.

He is waiting for us all to wake up. The world, like that tree, sits in darkness; can we not pass it up to go to the Light?

“…the people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.” Matthew 4:16