I have a cousin (once-removed, to be precise) who has a blog that I enjoy; Alyssa has a gift for writing which not only delightfully chronicles her family’s life but also eloquently expresses her love for her Lord. This week, writing about a new year dawning, her post took the words right out of my heart, so I have taken the liberty of sharing them here. They are Alyssa’s words, from her heart, but they echo the plea of my heart, and I hope they fly straight from this screen to your heart as well. My son [and daughter], hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother (Proverbs 1:8):
Lord willing, we have a beautiful new year ahead of us, and I pray that we will make the most of it. Every day, every moment, is for Him. I hope in this upcoming year, I can be very conscious of that. Savoring each moment and taking the time to recognize what I'm doing, what I'm saying, what I'm thinking, instead of just functioning. I hope to keep at the forefront the idea that every breath I take has been sovereignly ordained by God and that I am accountable for every idle word and action. I hope all I do will be honoring my Creator.
Thank you Alyssa, for sharing your heart, your love for God, and the talent He gave you. It has blessed me, and I know it will bless others also.
We all slept in today and had a late brunch before starting our duties. Dad and the boys, including Joshua, did outside work, and we girls did kitchen work. The temperature dropped about 50 degrees last night; with a stiff wind, we are back to icy winter weather. But with the sun shining and blue skies sparkling, it was so pretty, with a spectacular sunset to finish out the day. Dad and I took Sarah and Jewel with us to return the first sink attempt to Lowe’s and do a few other errands; when we got home it was time for chores and getting ready to go away. As a thank-you for doing Our Family Circus, Grandpa and Grandma Kaiser treated us to supper at Avanti’s, which we all thoroughly enjoyed… except for Joshua, who, at one point, let out a cry and buried his head into my shoulder with his eyes squeezed shut. I pulled him onto my lap, but he never did relax and eat his supper. We think he saw the shadowy reflection in the window of all the people behind us and just got scared. He had a bite of cheese and a bite of pizza and one fruit chew, but other than that, he kept his eyes squeezed shut and his head buried in my chest covered with his blankie. It was the strangest thing I’ve ever experienced with our children…and we’ve had quite a few experiences. Back at Grandpa’s house, he was his normal jolly self again – ate a lot of crackers but that was no mystery! We had a fun evening of playing games with Grandpa & Grandma and Aunt Joyce before coming home to beds for all.
And that’s it, with prayers for a blessed 2011 for all.