Days go by. A snowman chalkboard hangs in our kitchen, counting down the days until Christmas. Today read 18 days. That’s hard to believe.
I look back over the last seven days, and reflect on what I’ve learned. I love this segment on my blog each week. It helps me document part of my journey, to appreciate now and to look back on later.
How about you? What did you learn this week?? Something about yourself, God, your spouse, your kids? A new scripture or skill? I’d love to read it below.
Here’s what I learned this week:
What a difference a year makes.
This week my eyes were opened to how different the circumstances of my life are this year compared to last year. Fifty-two weeks ago I was in the middle of a spiritual battle. Christmas wasn’t Christmas. It was, but it wasn’t. I went through the motions. Didn’t do any extra decorating or baking or anything. It was exhausting and draining. It’s no wonder I ended up being sick the week of Christmas.
But this year? I have a fresh perspective, and my heart is in a different place this Christmas. I’ve enjoyed doing more decorating, baking, cherishing moments, keeping my focus on what’s important… maybe more than ever before. I’m thankful.
God isn’t done with me.
I accepted a new position this week, working with the population of people I adore. God opened doors I wasn’t even aware He was opening, and escorted me through them. I look forward to this new opportunity, and I’ll share more in future posts. But for now, it just feels good to be reminded all I need to do is “trust the Lord with all my heart.”
Friends can make a normal Monday feel special.
The women I serve with in Bible Study Fellowship blessed me last Monday with a mini birthday celebration. My birthday isn’t until the end of the month, but they wanted to celebrate before our Christmas break and before the other festivities of the season take over. I felt honored and special. I want to make someone else feel just as special!
My 20-year old daughter will hug me in public again, and won’t let go first.
Last evening my husband, daughter, and I traveled to a small town’s Christmas celebration to support a friend and his annual display of family Christmas trains. As we were enjoying the sights, my daughter hugged me and hung on. In public. And didn’t let go first. I can’t remember the last time that happened. It was a special moment for this mom, and one I don’t want to forget. Ever.
Small events can bring big lessons. I’m glad we can take time to notice them.
God bless you as we begin another week tomorrow! Thanks for journeying alongside of me today.
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