I’m late for Lent.

I’m late for Lent.
I can’t stop staring at my tree.
For the first time ever in the history of my “very-organized-and-get-it-all-put-away” self, I decided NOT to take our tree down just yet.
Yes, the ornaments are all put away, labeled in their correct boxes. But the lights are still shimmering quietly.
I wonder if it’s because it’s the last thing left from 2020, the year of all years.
That feels strange, but it’s mostly likely true.
Part of me doesn’t want to “let go” quite yet and plunge into the “back-to-normal” (if there even is such a thing) 2021 to come.
I’ve loved and hated 2020 just like the rest of you.
Hated all the division, sickness, suffering, anxiety, loss, isolation, yada yada yada.
But I’ve come to LOVE some things that I don’t want to let go of.
Like less expectations and shoulds.
More enjoying what’s right in front of me.
Less running around like a nutcase.
Embracing the simplicity and monotony of each day.
Figuring out who my people are…my real people who have stuck with me and by me through it all.
Clinging to the Source of Hope like never before.
It’s probably why I’ve kept my tree up with it’s sparkly lights.
Why I can’t stop staring at it.
It’s giving me permission to go slowly again into this year.
Not follow my usual rules.
Allow it to be different (because, let’s face it, it is different).
Let go of all that never really served me in the “before times.”
Grieve all the loss and hang on to all that I’ve found.
Continue to feed the hope that burns in my soul.
The light that cannot be snuffed out.
I can’t stop staring at my tree.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.
The mantra sung and chanted and begged for in 1969.
1969.
War rages and protests break out all over.
Charles Manson cult members murder 5 people.
Hurricane kills 248 people.
Chappaquiddick (look it up).
Police raid a gay club in New York City. The Stonewall Riot ensues.
1969 sounds like a year I would want to AVOID with all my might.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.
What the messenger asked of a young, brown-skinned, oppressed, poor girl named Mary.
4 BCish.
Herod the Great kills his own family to hold onto his reign of brutality.
Taxation of the poor is almost 50-60%.
The main feature of life is gender separation except for sex.
Revolts and uprisings are commonplace.
Politics and religion intertwine and hatred for the “other” rules.
4 BCish sounds like a year I would want to AVOID with all my might.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.
What our collective, modern-day hearts continue to yearn and plead for.
2020
COVID threatens everything we have worked so hard for.
Politics and religion intertwine and hatred for the “other” rules.
Sex-trafficking is at an all-time high.
Natural disasters are some of the most destructive ever.
Racial tension sparks protests and riots and looting.
2020 is a year I want to AVOID with all my might (I bet you do too).
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.
PEACE.
The idea that ALL IS WELL.
inside and outside
individually and collectively
mentally, physically, spiritually and emotionally
for EVERYONE.
Not just for some.
Not just for the rich.
Not just for the healthy.
Not just for the insiders.
Not just for the free.
BUT for everyone.
The rich and the poor.
The healthy and the sick.
The insiders and the marginalized.
The free and the prisoner.
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.
PEACE.
HOW? HOW? HOW?
Begged for in 1969.
Asked for in 4 BC (ish).
Yearned for STILL in 2020.
Something so elusive. So difficult. So needed.
HOW? HOW? HOW?
HOW DO WE MAKE PEACE?
[not how do we KEEP peace – the want to AVOID with all my might]
1969.
4 BCish.
2020.
We MAKE PEACE by embracing that “ALL are created equal.” ALL.
Not just the ones who look, believe and act like us.
We MAKE PEACE by being willing to resolve turmoil.
Both what rages on the outside and on the inside of us.
We MAKE PEACE by standing up for it. Saying “NO MORE!”
Both for others and ourselves.
We MAKE PEACE by fighting for it.
In our own hearts and homes first, but NOT stopping there.
We MAKE PEACE by making room (just like Mary in 4 BCish) for the Prince of Peace.
The One who embraces that ALL are created equal.
The One who resolves the turmoil that rages inside and out.
The One who stands up and says “NO MORE!”
The One who fights for our hearts and our homes, but does not stop there!
The One who shows up every moment of every day of every single year (even 2020)…and tenderly says…
GIVE PEACE A CHANCE.
**I lit the peace candle this morning for Advent week TWO**
YUP.
What I need from you.
But also what I hope to give you in return.
The pretty blunt dos and don’ts.
Not flowery. You might actually like it.
YUP.
What I need from you.
But also what I hope to give you in return.
“Mommy has canser.”
“I went to the Turtle Back Zoo.”
“I like ice cream.”
Leap Day 2016.
Three short thoughts written as part of a letter I had my nine-year-old niece write in a letter to her future Leap Day 2020 self.
My eight-year-old nephew wrote one too.
Four years ago, these two every-day kids came to stay with me for several weeks while their mom was undergoing intensive treatment for “canser.”
Four years ago, they didn’t know if their mom would be here for Leap Day 2020.
Four years ago, they were kids whose favorite movies were Frozen and Star Wars (like every other tween girl and boy).
It’s now Leap Day 2020.
I sent my now twelve- and thirteen-year old nephew and niece their letters 500 miles away.
Four years have passed since those words were penciled on loose-leaf paper.
Four years, where they have endured the worst: the loss of their mom.
Four years, where my brother picked up the pieces and entered in a new normal without his wife to help him navigate the journey without her.
Four years, where my then 17-year-old niece (the “older sister”) gathered her own heart together and plugged away at her future as a nurse one painful and healing day at a time.
Four years, where this little family laughed and cried, played and worked, fought and made-up, just like the rest of us.
Leap Day 2016 feels like yesterday, those two kids sitting at my kitchen counter, their future unknown, penning words to themselves.
I didn’t know if heartache or hope would come before those letters were read four years later.
Yes, heartache came in like an untamed beast, threatening to rip this family to shreds.
BUT that is not the end of the story.
Four years later, I can say HOPE reached in louder as God took extra, tender care of this little family without their wife and mom.
Four years later, there are two budding teens who are smart and kind and full of life, with friends and pets and who still secretly like Frozen and Star Wars. HOPE.
Four years later, there is a man who has fought hard to help his family take their next right steps and love each other no matter what comes their way. He rocks as a dad! HOPE.
Four years later, there is a Registered Nurse, who trusted God and got up every morning to go to school, putting one foot in front of the other. She started her first job this month. HOPE.
Leap Day 2024.
Four years from now. What will life bring?
To my brother and his family?
To me and mine?
Frozen 3? Ten more Star Wars movies?
Laughter? Tears?
Work? Play?
Fights? Forgiveness?
Heartache?
Yes.
But, that will not be the end of the story.
HOPE will reach in louder.
God will take extra, tender care of us all.
#thereisgreathope #leapday2020 #herviewfromhome #hopewriters #dollymamanj
A “Word of the Year” is intended to be a kind guide that walks along side of us during the year, not a harsh master that dictates a set of “to-do’s” (God knows we don’t need any more of those voices in our heads). It’s a friend that accompanies us during our journey. (The Dolly Mama)
When I was a young girl, I had the New Year’s resolution every year of reading through the Bible. On January 1, I would read 40 chapters of the book of Genesis and then by January 8, I would be on Genesis chapter 43. I’ve made that same resolution about 20 more times at points in my life and guess what, I have never read through the whole Bible no matter what I’ve tried. It’s been the same for me with exercise plans, diets, organizational goals, etc. You know what I mean. You feel the same pain. The bottom line: resolutions rarely, if ever, work.
On the flip side, I’m all about HOPE. I love a fresh start. A new day. A new week. A new month. And especially a NEW YEAR. Hope is what “rocks my socks.” And God knows this about us. That’s why we have fresh starts every morning, even every moment. I don’t know what I would do without the place where I can begin again, take a first step toward change, growth and healing, and then come to that same redemptive position again and again. HOPE.
Hope, my first Word of the Year (hereafter known as WOTY) in 2015, is the main reason why I opted to throw away all New Year’s resolutions and choose a WOTY. I need hope. Hope is an inner, gracious guide that allows room for us to change and grow. Resolutions are harsh external masters that heap shame on us when we “fail” to keep them. Here’s why:
I am so thankful that my husband stumbled upon the idea. It has been life-changing as we approach the end of an old year and the beginning of a new one.
If you’ve never done this, it’s a lot of fun. While you hopefully have some “time off” from your regular duties (unless you are a mom, of course), today or tomorrow might be a good day to spend the time. Or any time in the next couple of weeks. I know people who spend an hour (me) and some who spend a weekend (Allen). (Click HERE to understand why that’s the case.) It’s not a race. It doesn’t matter when. But it might matter if. It might seem overwhelming. It’s not. It’s just fun. Give yourself the treat.
Helpful reminders:
Simple steps:
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An Update From Yours Truly:
My WOTY for 2019 was “Shalom.” I don’t want to give up this friend. I love her. She’s been a kind, yet forceful voice in my life, the best of the best. I have a long way to go in my friendship with “Shalom.” She means “the presence of true human flourishing in all areas” and I want that for a lifetime, not just one year.
The good news is that just because I make a new friend does not mean I have to give up my old one. “Shalom” can come along with me into 2020 and who knows, maybe my new word will stand hand-in-hand with her. When I think about all my WOTYs since I’ve started, it makes for one wonderful Dolly Mama posse (HOPE, BECOME, DEPTH, TEND and SHALOM). That makes me super happy.
Now, that I’ve welcomed them all, I would like to invite another new friend into my life for 2020: my Word of the Year is HYGGE!
Hygge is one of those words (it’s a Danish word) that encompasses an idea that’s hard to translate, because it means so much more than any one thing. In essence, it’s the “feeling of coziness and well-being.” I even bought a little book about it that I’ve been reading the last month or so.
Here is what it encompasses:
You can find out more by checking out this article HERE.
We even bought a house this past year that is the definition of a Hygge Home. It’s a house with huge windows with a big wood-burning stove and surrounded by the most beautiful gardens and woods that I’ve ever seen.
We want it to be a place where both we and others find comfort, companionship, simplicity, connection to both Creator and His creation, where we are able to just “be” instead of “do.” Ultimately, a place of healing for our truest selves. A house filled with hygge. We hope many of you can join us for real and in person here! It would be our greatest joy to share a little space of hygge with you!
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Back to You:
Consider joining me on this journey to find out what word can come along side you and be your gentle and kind friend throughout this new year that we are embarking on. When you do, please please send me a note letting me know what your word is. I love to remind you every so often throughout the year about your new-found friend.
Happy New Year from my heart to yours!
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