January 1st is Calendar Day.
I remember all the celebrations and the Big Wedding Day and the arrival of the Sweet Grandbaby Girl.
These are carved into me and I will not forget, cannot forget such blessings.
I turn every page to go back to the things I have forgotten.
I see the grocery lists and I remember I ate every single day last year.
I see the names of all the teachers I had the privilege of subbing for and I remember I have met the sweetest, funniest, bravest little people in the world. God really meant it when He said children are His gift.
I see the doctor’s appointments and I remember I live right down the street from my doctor’s office. And there is medicine in little bottles in a box store fifteen minutes from my house.
I see lunch dates and early morning breakfast dates and I remember I have friends who are willing to let the coffee go cold listening to my stories again and again.
I see the reminders to finish up the chores inside and out and I remember I am able to run up and down stairs, lift a heavy load and watch seedlings grow into something beautiful.
I love the filled pages of the old calendar because it reminds me that I really lived my life.
I get to live the regular stuff, which, along with the celebrations, is the sacred stuff, too.
I never make resolutions. I am just not resolute enough to keep them.
Instead I bend. I lean into things that I sense the Lord wants me to lean into.
Some of the things I am leaning toward:
I know, most people want to eat less.
Not me. I want to eat more with others. Sharing food and life around the table needs to happen more this year.
I leaned into Dickens this past year and forced myself to pay attention to the language and when I did I found mercy and hope for the human heart weaved throughout his dark tales.
This year I will attempt Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables. The films have inspired me to go back to the original words.
I let a fall on the ice last winter determine the course of the last twelve months and I have forgotten how I need to walk and pray at the same time.
There are only three leanings, three places I am bending toward at the moment.
I am sure there will be more as the days come into being.
I am sure I will be writing them all down soon enough.
What are you leaning toward this year?
Where is Jesus bending you?