My Rustiest Blog Post to Date

​​Hello, here I am.
Back from the dead, it would seem.
 
No, I didn’t resolve to write more in 2016, simply to get back on the proverbial “horse” (even if it throws me off a few times).
 
2015 kicked my butt.
I started a ministry.
We bought a house.
We moved.
We hustled.
And I started going back into the office once a week for the non-profit I work for.
 
I need a nap just thinking about all that.

 
I also turned 30 last year, and I’ve been learning a lot about myself.
 
Take change, for instance. Apparently I don’t handle it well. 
More specifically, I’m learning that major life changes can cause me to slip into a depressive state.
 
This is still beyond my level of understanding.
 
And so, I spent the latter-half of 2015 just trying to deal as life flew at me at an uncontrollable pace.
 
Awesome.

Anyway...
 
After the most exhausting year of my life, I spent New Year’s Eve taking a bath, doing dishes, and relaxing with the hubs. As uneventful as that sounds, I actually felt the evening was quite meaningful.
 
My NYE bath felt representative of washing off the old year, along with its shortcomings and mistakes.
 
It turned my mind to my heavenly Father and made my heart thankful that He is faithful to forgive and forget, and eager to help when called upon.
 
I’d be lying if I said things have been peachy on the relationship-with-God front. Blame the busyness. Blame the depression. Blame my own stubbornness.  But I’m thankful it doesn’t take a new year to get a fresh start with God because "…His compassions never fail. They are new every morning…” (Lamentations 3:22-23 NIV).
 
Next, my NYE dishwashing felt representative of getting my house in order. Not my physical house, which comes naturally to me (can you say O.C.D.?), but the living beings God has entrusted to my care.
 
Ever since the school year started, life has become more survival than anything. And I’m learning that survival leaves little time for intention.
 
Intention. That’s my word for the year. No more being batted around by the cat named “Life”, I’m choosing to
 
Be intentional to love and train my children.
Be intentional to be romantic with my husband.
Be intentional about my yeses and nos.
Be intentional about the foods I consume.
Be intentional about my time with God.
Be intentional to slow down...

Which is how I spent the third part of of my evening and it. Was. Nice.
 
I have a tendency to move too fast.  Take on too much. Sometimes I think I have a strange addiction to living life at a break-neck speed.
 
I'm the kind of gal who actually prefers waiting until movies come out on Redbox so I’m not glued to a movie theater seat for 2 ½ hours, which is my definition of torture.
Dead serious.

Slowing down is going to take a lot of intention.

So here’s to 2016.
Here’s to intentional living.
To new beginnings.
Healthy habits.
Slowing down.
Family and friends...
 
And quite possibly my rustiest blog post to date.
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All a part of getting back on the horse, I suppose.
 
Happy New Year, friends.