I didn’t start 2017 in a particularly good mood.
I usually like to think about fresh, white canvases and blank pages to write a new chapter of our story into on the first of the year.
Instead, I woke up in the thick of post-vacation chaos: suitcases and miscellaneous bags of things strewn all over the living room, piles of mail that needed attention, and kitchen countertops that I think were under the clutter somewhere.
And that’s not to mention the three tiny people in our house who were equally struggling to get back on rhythm.
I had a headache by 9 a.m.
And yet, headache or not (Oh, you thought it would have gone away by now?), the blank page remains. And, it’s not in my nature to ignore it.
It’s so easy for me to get bogged down and frustrated about this phase in my life. And lately, I’ve found myself praying things like, “Please help him sleep,” or “Please calm her down,” or “Please cancel the rest of residency for the year, so Jake can be home all the time to help me.”
And then, this week I was reminded of something I wrote a few months ago about finding value in the hard things.
So, I’ve decided this year, my resolution is to seek change for myself rather than from other people.
When it comes to the sleepless days and sleepless nights (all the coffee over here, people), I’ve decided to start praying for patience and strength and gratefulness that God chose me for these kids.
When it comes to said screaming kids, I’ve decided to start praying for wisdom and that God would help me know our kids, so I can love them well.
When it comes to residency, I’ve decided to keep praying that it would be cancelled because that, at least, seems pretty reasonable.
Solomon asked for wisdom, too. And, as we enter the new year, God’s response to his request gives me hope:
Because you have asked this, and have not asked for yourself long life or riches or the life of your enemies, but have asked for yourself understanding to discern what is right, behold, I now do according to your word. Behold, I give you a wise and discerning mind.
So that’s where I’m at. Standing on the blank page of 2017 and knowing that when I look back on this chapter in a year, I’ll be a wiser, more patient, and better rested version of myself.
(I can still pray for sleep, right?)
Here’s to another year of choosing to live each day well. Who’s with me?
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