Monthly Archives: December 2011

5 Steps to Making New Year’s Resolutions

The New Year wears hope like a fragrance.

I watch a new day of the first month of a brand new year come, breaking up over the horizon, up through hopelessness, there on the rim of our fields and the scent, fresh, carries in on the wind… carries me.

Unspoiled winter stretches across our fields — like an unfurled year awaiting new ways of walking.

How to trek out across a new year?

And then I catch a whiff of it, that stench.

That decaying rank that I know all too well:  fear. Fear that I am impotent of change,  that new ways can’t be my ways.

What if I will always be this way… (fill in the blank with fear of personal choice: self-centered, overweight, uneducated, unmotivated, debt-ridden, angry, anxious, apathetic, unfulfilled…)

What if our family, this marriage, these children, stagnate, fester, languish? What if all tomorrows are just more of all our yesterdays?

A thousand times I’ve told myself, “I simply must try harder.” Try harder to be more organized, try harder to educate our children better, try harder to be more after God’s heart.

But I know it: trying harder only  results in harder trials.

Self-striving nurtures self-hatred. Toiling in the flesh produces foiling in the soul.

Looking back on the trail tromped through other years, I can see that to forge new tracks across this year will needs more than simply sheer effort, gritty determination.

The wind lifts the branches of the spruce trees that tower outside my window. I cannot see the wind, where she comes from, where she goes, but I watch a thin veil of snow, blowing in with her, going off with her.

And the wind whispers with rumors from Home: to track new ways, one needs wind’s hope, His Spirit.

His Spirit wind covers our muddled tracks. The grace of His Spirit, fills our empty spots, intercedes, and gives us a fresh start every day.

Because isn’t this the point?

“God is looking for people through whom He can do the impossible.

What a pity when we plan only the things we can do by ourselves.” -A.W. Tozer

The fear ebbs.

Why have plans that I could do by myself? Where then would God figure in?

Impossible resolutions require God solutions.

Could there be a better place to start the new year?

So this is plan for doing the things that only God can do….

 

1. SET BACK TO THE WIND

Set back to the wind, and let His Spirit gently carry when the feet are too weak to carry on.

Not to try harder but to pray new prayers that transport to new places: “Spirit, fill more of me. Lift me, Spirit.”

Set out into New Year knowing,“It is the Spirit who gives life, the flesh profits nothing(Jn 6:36).

Set back to His Wind and let the Spirit Himself  fill the sails of life.

 

2. SET JAW

Set back to the wind and set jaw to persevere. “For we add to our faith, perseverance.”

The day will be long, the way deep. Discouraged, we’ll be tempted to turn back to familiar, rutted paths. But set hand he plow and refuse to turn back.

For, really, what can go awry? The Spirit’s got your back.


3. SET TIMES

Set, fixed, times to make certain tracks each day allows for the wind to move us, for inspiration to surprise us. Sporadic creativity or intermittent commitment generally fails to forge a steady trail. Progress is born out of rhythm, routine, regularity….set times.

It is how the saints met God: Daniel prayed three times a day facing Jerusalem (Daniel 6:10), the psalmist purposed to praise seven times a day, the early disciples prayed at fixed hours (Acts 2:15). If set times are the necessary catalysts for spiritual growth, so are set times critically compelling elements for life growth. With back set to the wind, and jaw set, set habitual times to pioneer new habitsUncertain times lead to certain failure.

 

4. SET SIGHTS

Every day keep the intermediate goals in clear line of sight.

Set goals into achievable segments, and fix sights on the these midway markers: one pound shed this week, 15 minutes of organization, one date night a week with a child. Set sights close…

“By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I’ve got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I’m off and running, and I am not turning back” (Phil 3:13 MSG).

 

5. SET OUT

Simply, finally, take the first step. Again and again.

The wind, hope on its wings, sweeps each new day clean before us, and sweeps over our tracks from yesterday, filling with grace.

“Jesus said…You can’t put God’s kingdom off till tomorrow. Seize the day(Luke 9:62 MSG).

Seize the day!



Set jaw, set times, set sights, set back to the windand unfold arms, like wings extending.

A New Year blows in.

I feel that Spirit wind catch, lift.

We are set to Soar into the impossible.

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Edited repost from the archives

A Year in Pictures

All the moments were hallowed whispers of something other — this crazy grace.

How did I not realize that?

“I don’t really want more time;

I just want enough time.

Time to breathe deep & time to see real & time to laugh long, time to give You glory & rest deep & sing joy…

I just want time to do my one life well.

Life at its fullest is this sensitive, detonating sphere —

and it can be carried only in the hands of the unhurried and reverential—

a bubble held in awe.”

~ One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are

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Thank you — a thousand thank yous — for walking through this year with me, friends.

You are a gift and the graces all shimmer long.

Let’s name year together next week?

Wonder at the miracle of any of this…

 

All’s grace because of Christ alone,

 

 

 

Related:
2009: A Year in Pictures
2010: A Year in Pictures
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When You Really Want To Wear New Habits… Free Daily Planner {Printable}

When we read this book , there’s this character that puts on her “habit.”

A little hand here pats my shoulder and asks, “What’s a habit?” The amaryllis on the sill, it’s swelling in hope.

And I tell Shalom this: a habit is something that is worn.

She flickers recognition, nods, turns back to the page. She waits for me to read the next line.

I’m sort of struck: A habit is what we wear. A habit is the way we wear our days.

Wear new habits and your life gets a makeover. Consistently do things at the same time everyday and find yourself a new person.

I look down at my jeans and a threadbare knee. I have habits that desperately need changing.

I lay out new threads: clip The Day’s Draft to the clipboard.

And scratching down a plan for each day, The Day’s Draft, working on habits and consistency: there’s realizing this too:

If it matters, you make the time.

If it doesn’t, you make excuses.

Standing in an imperfect place is just the perfect place to begin, and everyday offers the hope of Day 1. His mercies are new every morning and this is a gift.

Snow falls in the orchard.

I carry a clipboard and try on new habits. I set the timer and do pomodoros for each of the tasks on the Day’s Draft. I wear new threads.

And then, at the end of the day, to be done with the day because you’ve done what you could do. The accomplishment of a day isn’t so much about accomplishing goals but abiding in God, and this is the thing that needs remembering. True, the day may have stumbled and fallen, but in Christ we are the saved.

Tomorrow, it will descend like a fresh dew, a fresh snow, and it will come again —  Fresh grace all over again.

The amaryllis on the sill, it resolves to unfold beauty.  And it does, it blooms wide open. It does it there on the sill — wears this habit of hope.

Right here in winter, the snow still falling deep in the orchard.

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why you can have the most hope the day after Christmas

I milked a sow on Christmas night and her white ran warm.

It was after the packages for the neighbors were wrapped up and walked over across the snowy fields.

After the baking and the eating and the gathering and the candles and the singing and the Scripture and the praying.

After the feast for the coming of our Salvation.

After the last of the relatives slipped home in the dark, we wandered out in the snowy dark —

looking up at the stars over a barn.

It quiet in a barn on Christmas night. The world feels far away. Sows grunt, piglets root and nuzzle udders for milky warm, and snow falls soundlessly out there in the dark.

I fill feed troughs. I fill the sows’ troughs and this is what they laid him in. Laid God in skin down in a feed trough. These were the first sounds of earth that reverberated in His ear drums? From the lofty, soaring arias of the heavenly host to this? This snorting of beasts, this banging of feed troughs? Us all so hungry.

“What you smiling about?” The Farmer grins at me.

“The smell.” His eyebrows arch. I laugh. ”It smells like —- home.” I wink. It is — this scent. This is us, who we all are. And from the incense of the celestial heights to this air hanging thick with dung’s rank — He came to this.

God comes to the edges.

He intimately knows the muck of my lives, the stench I try to mask. And this is the thing: He chooses my dirty places, the places that shame me, as His point of entry. The lights celebrating the birth of the Christ Child — God with us —  they’re still flickering  as we look into the New Year — a new us.

Slopping hogs on Christmas night, I feel this happy relief:  The New Year only has hope because Christmas happened out in a dung heap.

Last of the sows fed, the Farmer says there’s one more thing.

Just check for milk before we turn out the last of the lights. Check the udders of the next sows due to give birth, see if they have any milk. Make sure if any sows have milk, a sign they are close to giving birth, we get them into the warmth of the birthing rooms.

He finds a sow out in the gestating room dripping white milk.

She’ll need to be moved into the birth barn.

“Check the sows in room 3, the ones that don’t have any litters yet?” He calls it to me from the other end of the barn. “Any of them have milk?”

I find 4 sows that haven’t given birth yet. I rub their full, ruddy udders. Sweet whiteness sticks between my fingers. I smile back at him from the door. “Only every single one of them have milk.”

The barn’s right full. And on Christmas night there’s one round and heavy with hope and she needs a place to give birth.

“Well.” The Farmer smiles. He pulls at the peak of his farm cap. “I guess we’ll just have to make room for her somewhere?”

We wander through the barn and move a few pigs this way and we move a few pigs that way, a sow over here and a sow there.

We make room at the inn.

It takes an hour or more and it’s late when we’ve made space and she sways heavy into the birthing barn. Something always comes to fill the empty spaces.

We turn out the last of the barn lights on Christmas night. The snow’s heavy in the yard. Our feet make tracks.

“Mama?” Shalom walks beside me, holding my hand. “Will tomorrow be Christmas too?”

I know that feeling. Not wanting any of this wonder to wander away — or me from it.

“Well, I’m thinking… ” I stop, look out across the fields and the white and the stars. “I’m thinking that it’s Christmas now forever.”

Her laughter rings all around us.

“Yes, Mama, yes!” She spins around in snow, in the halo of the barn light, us all under stars.

It is Christmas forever now — because Christ is always with us.”

We hang our coats outside the mudroom. And in front of our fire and our tree, the figurine of Mary swollen with hope on that donkey, she’s arrived at her deliverance and they make room for her out in the barn.

We sit with her and Christmas and let the candles linger on.

This milky white light shimmering everywhere, feeding us a forever hope in the dark…

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1. A Year of Graces {A Free 12 Month Gratitude Calendar} Click to print here

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3. 1 Paper = 1 Week of Joy
Tuck 1 sheet of paper in a pocket & jot down 7 gifts for 7 days:
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