It’s been months and months since I last posted on this blog.
But I am so glad to be back.
Because now, for the first time I don’t care if I make money from this thing. This blog is both for me and for anyone who wants a taste of something beautiful in life. If you’re like me, you’re tired of everything depressing in the world and need to be reminded of hope and beautiful things…
So what’s happened since my last blog post in August, 2014?
We got pregnant and had a precious baby girl. I’ll talk about that journey.
I got a dream job with a missions organization that will allow me to do what I love and still be a present mom. I’ll mention that.
My small group discovered the joy of community. I’ll speak to that soon, too.
For now, I want to ask you about your word for the year.
Did you pick one? It’s March, so it’s probably a little late to ask, but I’m doing it anyway. I’ve never picked “my word” before, but I thought I’d do it for 2015. If you’re wondering what I mean when I say a word for 2015, it’s simply a single word describing the flavor you desire for the 12 months ahead. Kind of like a goal, I suppose. And of course, like everything else, I’m late on the uptake – I only have 9 more months to gain traction.
I want to be intentional in my marriage. When my husband comes home, I want to be excited to see him. I want to encourage open communication with him. And I want to make my time with him intentional – not just vegging out in front of the TV.
I want to be intentional with my daughter. I don’t want to be the type of mother that pushes my children to read by the time they’re three years old or have their future planned out for them. But I also don’t want to be the mom that puts time wasters before time with my baby. So I read to her, I sing to her, I play with her, and I cuddle, not to make her the next Secretary of State, but to show her I love her, and she matters. I want her to grow up feeling safe, practicing creativity, and sharing her life with me. That means I tell her I love her every day, I give her ample amounts of unstructured time where she has to use her imagination to entertain herself, and I spend few hours on my phone or in front of the TV during the week. I got rid of apps on my phone and enforced a TV restriction in the home to do this.
I want to be intentional in my home. Gone are the days when I let it get messy. I don’t want to be a clean freak, but I’m tired of being embarrassed when people show up and there’s a sink full of dishes, and I’m tired of not wanting to ask people over because…there’s a sink full of dishes. Maybe “self-discipline” should be my word, too. Hospitality is not my natural gift, but that doesn’t mean I can’t practice it.
I want to be intentional with my friends and family. I don’t want good intentions, I want to be intentional. And part of that is responding to texts sooner than I do, but also sending notes, being spontaneous, and lifting them up in prayers. I want them to know they matter.
So that’s my hope for 2015.
Man, it’s good to be back.