What I Learned in 2014

2014 was a year full of new challenges, grand adventures, goals met, lessons learned, and a whole host of moments where dark chocolate was desperately needed! I’m including my favorite posts from each month. But, I have to tell you – it was not easy to choose which posts to include. In fact, reading through each month sent me running for the tissue box more than a time or four (not to mention the stash of dark chocolate chips I realized I was going to need to keep on hand just to get through the month of June!)

So, grab your favorite cup of something warm (or cold) and join me as I reflect back on 2014.

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In January, I learned that I was one in a million. I also realized how very deeply I love my Dermatologist.

February reminded me that Sweetman is wicked smaht, and that I need to pay better attention during our conversations.

March was the month where I finally pursued a long-held goal of mine to enter the Erma Bombeck Writing Competition. And, although the outcome wasn’t what I’d hoped, it felt good to give it a go.

And, of course, in April, Dentists became dead to me, as we learned of sweetgirl’s boo-boos on her teeth.

May was where I reflected on the BOOM created by the very different Myers-Briggs personalities in my marriage.

June brought a painful lesson in turning the other cheek, from Sweetboy, and reminded us how Autism can have painful ripple effects for a parent – but that it doesn’t win!

July reminded me that Sweetgirl is always watching, and that Autism can sweeten the interaction between siblings – especially when a yoga ball (or two) is involved.

August is when I finally realized where my mission field is. And, OH, how I yearn to work it well!

September was the month where I learned that I can both set a goal and reach it and set a goal and fail! The women’s triathlon was successful. The goal I set afterwards was not. (There is always 2015!)

In October, I proved that I can indeed get along with Commitment, after all. I accepted the Write 31 Days challenge. Because, Grace, I know Him well.

November was full of masks, casts, and WINS! (P.S. If you need me on January 1st or, LORD WILLING, January 12th, I’ll be parked in front of the television, yelling encouraging my beloved BAMA’s football players to RUN THAT BALL!)

And, December, of 2014, taught me to shop a little earlier for the “classics”, as I reflected on the beauty of the lesson in the The Little Drummer Boy.

Such grace laces my days. I was reminded of that on more than a hundred occasions over this past year. I’m encouraged to keep moving toward new goals, maybe even toward an old one, or two, that got dropped along the way.

Hope sparkles on the horizon for 2015.

I’m praying that it does for you, too.

Yes indeedy!

What were some of your favorite lessons learned in 2014? Please, share them! I’m linking up with the lovely Emily Freeman, over at Chatting At the Sky, for her “What We Learned” link up.

 

How to Keep Reaching Your Mission Field

One of them sleeps in the soft violet bedroom down the hall. The other one hops around in the pale blue room next to hers. Together, they equal a vast mission field.

My mission field.

And that doesn’t even include the brilliant engineer who needs, too.

There is a lot of talk in the great Out There, right now, about how folks are feeling called to Go and Do.

The older I get, though, the more opportunities I see Here and Now.

We are an emotional bunch, us humans.  I don’t want to be All In when the rest of my community feels swept up in a tide of emotion over the latest greatest Giving Opportunity. Or serving opportunity. Or ice bucket challenge.

No.  I don’t.

I want, truly desperately want, to be swept up in the understanding that I am always, even right here in this living room, able to give.

A soft place to land for my Sweetman.

A safe place to just Be, free of judgement, for my Sweetboy.

A place to soothe the hurts of relational injustices for my Sweetgirl.

Do you know where your mission field is?

Because, truthfully?  I think I just figured out, after forty-some years of living, that mine really is just right down the hall.

And I’m thankful, once again, for the grace galore that is slathered over my rough places, smoothing them down.  It’s got to be so almighty trying to watch me chase some illusive “should” down a rabbit hole that was never meant to be traveled by me.

Thank you Jesus.  Thank you for shining light so I can get back out.  For loving me anyway. For the grace to keep traipsing down the hall in my fuzzy slippers toward the vast expanse of mission field within these four walls.

Please grant me another day to get up and attempt it all over again.

For Your glory.

And my refinement.

I’m asking for Your help here, God. Open my eyes to every opportunity You send my way, to keep reaching my mission field.  Make me able to meet the needs of as many as my heart will recognize.

Especially the least of these, at the other end of the hall.