At the beginning of the year, I saw a lot of Facebook posts and pins on Pinterest about people choosing a word to define their goals for the coming year. Things like joy and serenity and peace. They even made beautiful little graphics of their chosen words for inspiration.
Usually, when I hear an idea like this, I refuse to do it. Because I’m stubborn. And it’s not my idea. And if you suggest I should do something, I probably won’t do that thing. Even if it’s a good thing.
It’s funny, though. Over the past few weeks, in spite of that, a word has been reverberating around my brain.
“I am not a balanced person!” I exclaimed to a friend recently. And part of me wants to cling to that notion, as if it’s some sort of great virtue. After all, spontaneity is the spice of my life. But I need more balance—I really don’t have an issue flying by the seat of my pants. In so many areas, I need balance:
When wishing I was fitter/thinner/healthier, I want it like yesterday.
Realizing that I need to let my work time be work time and my family time be family time and not allowing the tyranny of the urgent hijack time that rightfully belongs to my kids and husband.
When a child is showing their very real character flaws, I take it personally and wish they’d figure it out and shape up now.
During a rough patch in homeschooling, I’m tempted to throw in the towel instead of remembering that this is a commitment we’ve made and even a bad day/month/YEAR doesn’t define it.
If there is strife in my marriage, not talking it to death under the guise of communication, but rather realizing some things can be left alone (I don’t always have to be right or voice my opinion), and that’s ok.
But…balance. And this:
“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven” (Ecc. 3:1).
It’ll all work out.
What’s your word?