As the first day of the first month of the year 2018 comes to a close, I am every grateful for the way that I/we began the year. Decades ago my New Year's Eve was marked by music and spirits with New Year's Day spent mostly in bed recovering from the night before. As I matured as a woman and a disciple of Christ, my NYE was spent in church, thanking God for the prior year's grace and praising God in anticipation of what was to come. Before children, my/our New Year's Day was spent relaxing in bed or on the couch or even cozied up on the floor. But this year, my New Year's Day was markedly different.
I spent the first few moments of 2018 at church. The message preached was centered around 1 Corinthians 2:9, "No one’s ever seen or heard anything like this, Never so much as imagined anything quite like it— What God has arranged for those who love him" (MSG). After 2018 greeted us, I rushed home to get to my loves. Our girls are still young (3 and 5) and we opt not to keep them out because we'd rather not have the crankies invade our home on the first day of the year. I greeted my Big Love (aka hubby) and went to sleep. In the morning, when the girls woke I enjoyed the first snuggles of 2018. And then we got to work. We were hosting their friends and had lots to do to prepare. Fast forward a few hours: The house was sparkling and smelled like a veritable Chipotle, except my bar had grilled shrimp, too. It must've been my Jill Scott station playing on Pandora, because those shrimp tasted like love and passion. Anyway, their company arrived and a new kind of New Year's Day ensued: Superheroines, the Little Mermaid screening, Cupcake Wars, Oh my! The house was filled with tiny people with big personalities, movement, music, and mess (lots of mess). It was lovely. It was life and life more abundantly. It was the kind of gathering that, I imagine, Jesus would have enjoyed because the children were present and being themselves in all of their splendor.
For as much as I desired to be married and could see myself as a wife, I did not see myself as a mother, especially not of two girls. I was told--and heard over and over again--how smart and capable I was and how I'd excel professionally, but I never heard, "Wow, you'd be a great mother one day!" In fact, never in a million years could I have imagined today. And though I could never have imagined it, it was the perfect way to begin the New Year!
Happy New Year! May you prosper in body, mind, heart, and soul in 2018!