For the past number of years, I have been writing out my New Year’s Resolutions. And to be perfectly honest, I probably take them about as serious as I do work deadlines. That is not to say that I do not get the job completed, I am just not usually the first one to hand in my incredibly important documents. So, um, sometimes I see NYR as having a sliding deadline.
I finally decided to give in to the whole One Word movement. I use the term movement loosely, because quite frankly, the only movement that I make during the last week of December/first week in January is the short walk between the most comfortable chair in the house and the fridge. Therefore, this year, I am going with the one word because a whole bunch of them did not seem to be working for me.
So.
Without further ado, my one word is Peace.
Oh yeah, that is one big word I got there. And I am going to make peace with it.
Now, just a heads up friends, family, coworkers, neighbours and the guy beside me in the self check-out lane at the grocery store…I suspect that I am not going to be all over this word like an overaged hippy at a basket weaving summer camp, taking in the delights of our country’s newly legalized recreational activity.
That. Is. Not. Me.
I will probably still be that girl you all know and love/like/tolerate. I will still wear my emotions on my face. I will still say things before my weakened filter has a chance to catch up.
Instead.
I want to make peace with my body. Weight goal? Perhaps too lofty for a lazy girl who loves saturated fat and sugar like a boss. But I do want to make peace with a size (??) skinny jeans with lots of spandex. Newly discovered wrinkles (not going to tell you where because you’ll be watching for them instead of listening to my side of our riveting conversation)? Going to moisturize the heck out of them, but for now, will know that they are a sign of wisdom and maturity.
I want to make peace with my finances. Get a better handle on my spending, the coming and the going, and the going, and the gone.
I want to be at peace with my relationships. My kids, my husband, and the rest of you all. (Even, telemarketers. Ok, maybe not them. I still love to play with them too much. I’ll just play nice. And peacefully). I want to strengthen peaceful relationships. I want to make solutions for disruptive moments (I am looking at you, homework).
I want to create a peaceful atmosphere in my home. Clean out the clutter, sell, give away, throw out the mindless treasures surrounding me. Turn off the Wi-Fi at a reasonable time for the entire household (the teenager in the house gasped). Read and write more often. Create and maintain a rest filled home, a safe place for my family.
But most importantly, I need to develop a greater sense of peace, spiritually and emotionally. Quell the arguments in my head. Hush the insecurities. Seek the quiet. Watch. Pray more. Listen more. Be still and know that he is God.
And.
I want to make peace with the past.
I want to make peace with mistakes, missteps, miscalculations, and misgivings.
But.
I will not make peace with the wrongs of this world. I will not make peace with violence, cruelty, and injustice. I will not make peace with evil.
Then.
Peace.
One Word.
2019.
The Lord will bless his people with peace.
Psalm 29:11