Happy New Year! For many people, January means making New Year’s resolutions....and then breaking them days, weeks, or months later. I used to be one of these people, but five years ago I decided to make a change.
Instead of resolutions, I simply picked one word to focus on for the entire year. I saw such positive results, that I have continued selecting a new word each year.
Here are my words from previous years:
In 2019, I made a personal goal of blogging once a month. Some months I knew right away what I wanted to write about. Other months, the words didn't come so easily, but I wrote anyways.
With blogging, you put your words out there, not knowing who (if anyone) will read them. I never know if people will connect with what I'm sharing. Because of this, each year, it's interesting for me to see which blogs were read the most.
Here are the Top 10 blogs of 2019
“It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood. A beautiful day for a neighbor. Would you be mine? Could you be mine?” Anytime I hear these song lyrics, a smile comes across my face, and I immediately picture Fred Rogers putting on a red sweater and changing into his sneakers. And for some reason, I always feel a sense of peace and comfort.
I grew up watching Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. At the time, I didn’t realize how much of an impact this show would have on me...or the rest of the world. For 31 seasons, Fred Rogers invited us into his neighborhood.
I feel like I’m running in circles
There’s no end in sight
I feel like I need some closure
To get this off of my mind
The past is now behind me
But I still feel like it defines me
How can I move on
It’s been so long
In the midst of my weakness
You are strong
In the midst of my trials
You help me hold on
In the midst of confusion
You bring clarity
In the midst of the darkness
You help me to see
My mom retired after 35 years of being an elementary teacher. As she was ending her teaching career, I was beginning mine. I loved sharing teaching stories with my mom. She could relate to what I was going through, and on those really tough days and weeks, I always felt better after talking with my mom.
Unfortunately, a few years after my mom retired, she passed away. I expected holidays and birthdays to be hard without her. What caught me by surprise, though, is how much I missed her as I drove to school. And at the beginning of each new school year, waves of grief would roll in and out.
Now, I anticipate the waves, and instead of them overtaking me, I ride them out. As I drive to school each day, I welcome the childhood memories that come to mind....
I'm an ordinary introvert who loves an extraordinary God.