One Word Changed My Life
2014 will be the third time that I’ve thrown out the idea of making a list of resolutions and instead focused on just one word for the year.
Many have said this practice is life-changing. For me, it has not only changed my life, but it has changed me.
To select my word for the year, I begin by asking myself, “Who do I want to be at the end of next year when I am sitting in front of the fireplace, hot chocolate in hand, looking at the lights on the Christmas tree?”
I truly feel He places the word on my heart. So, as 2012 ran out of road and I looked, listened, and prayed, one word kept popping up everywhere.
It was there when a friend told me about the look on her daughter’s face Christmas morning when she saw her new puppy.
It was there, on my face, when I opened up a Christmas card from a family member who would be here to celebrate one final Christmas.
It was there, mixed with the tears sliding down my face, as I watched the end of It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve.
And it was there when I lit the candle while listening to the story and the songs about the birth of our King.
My one word for 2013 was joy!
Now, I consider myself to be a happy person, but as I started the new year I set out to be more focused on finding something to be joyous about each day. Not just the big things, but the smaller things, too. The ones that sometimes sneak in when we aren’t even looking, changing who we are and how we live.
Like a new recipe we loved so much it’s a new Christmas baking tradition. There is joy in new traditions.
Or the day I decided to lengthen my daily walks and keep track of my mileage. A decision which offered not only a smaller size in jeans but also amazement at how many miles I’ve covered this year. There is joy in a sense of accomplishment.
Like the smiles my husband and I share as we deck the halls. My mother-in-law, Patricia, went all out decorating for the holidays. Our display now includes a forty-year-old nativity set, a collection of Byers’ Choice Christmas Carolers, as well as many other Christmas decorations we inherited when we lost her three years ago today. Today, I miss her so much my heart aches. Yet, when I look up at her wreath above the fireplace or drink my coffee from one of her Christmas mugs, some of that sorrow is lessened, knowing her treasured decorations will be in the heart of our home each Christmas, helping her legacy to live on for her grandchildren. There was great joy for everyone who knew Patricia Wozniak, and her memory is as alive as ever in my heart.
In my life I have found any time you offer something up to God -– well, He has a way of increasing it. He goes above and beyond my expectations every time.
You see, when I opened those fresh, clean, calendar pages for 2013, I didn’t know things that I had only hoped for in the far corners of my heart would see the light of day this year.
I couldn’t have dreamed or even imagined that things I didn’t even know I’d wanted would show up this year and change my life -– things that could only come from Him.
Like being reunited with friends I had lost contact with -– you know the ones, the people in your life who knew you when. I was so pleased to not only catch up on the years gone by but to discover wonderful new things about them. Now, on any day I merely think of them, and their mere presence out there in the world offers me a feeling of peace. There is joy in connecting with old friends.
Back when frosty January rolled in, I didn’t know that a heart-wrenching decision I made with only the wisdom of an 18-year-old would finally come full circle. But, in April, when my beautiful birth daughter contacted me, it did. The haunting pain I’d held onto for years has been lifted since Brynn walked back into my life. Replaced with wonder at the fact that although I didn’t raise her, some of the threads that make up my heart, make up her fabric -— like reading, writing, and big dog love.