We can plan and set goals but so much of who we are has already been decided. This frightens me now that I’m in my 40s.
How can I grow up to be more than the girl who loves to binge watch
TV after her kids are in bed if I’m already grown up and this is still
what I do?
My dad prays for me today from
South Africa. He often calls me on his drive home. He could never be
bothered to figure out the world of free apps that would have let him
call me without cost. Instead, he just dials me direct from his cell
Somehow it makes me feel so loved. Deep in my bones. Like
nothing will get in the way of my dad calling when he wants to hear my
voice. Certainly not technology. He calls me and tells me what he’s
learning. He’ll be 70 this year and he’s always learning. I press the
phone tight against my ear because there’s a delay and I don’t want to
He tells me that what we really need is to – and now I
can’t remember his exact words, but the gist. The gist is that we need
to get out of our own way. To get over ourselves. To want more than
ourselves. To want to follow Jesus more than we want to follow
This is a good word. I believe this.
But do I live it?
I don’t make resolutions but I ask questions. They make me nervous now that I’m half way through with the business of living.
Am I getting out of my own way? Or am I so set in my ways I can’t really even notice the difference?
friend Janice leaves me a message to remind me of all that I’m
releasing into the world this year. She says it over and over again –
that beautiful word – releasing.
I play her message again. I
don’t want to forget to let go this year. To let go of what I can’t fix
or change and to let the things God is trying to fix and change in me be
just that – released. Sometimes they look like books. But sometimes
they look like lessons I learn between 10 and midnight by myself over a
cup of coffee and coffee cake. (I know, I know, late night eating
But I want to release so many things. I want to
let them fall off me and give them back to the only God I believe can
actually carry them into the New Year. They’ve always been too heavy for
I want to trust that I won’t miss it. That I won’t miss what
He’s doing because I’m so busy catching up on the next episode. I’m
selfishly short sighted.
I don’t want to miss what He’s doing in and through and for my husband and kids.
don’t want to miss that someone has a kidney stone or secret fear
because I’m so busy not paying attention. Or paying attention to the
I want to walk away from myself and leave as much of her back in the old year as possible.
This is a hard thing.
Sometimes I don’t realize it’s the right thing to do till I write it down.
I’m slowly taking first steps into the new year and away from parts of
myself. And toward parts of my life that it’s easy to miss. To skim. To
only catch glimpses of out of the corner of your eye.
I want to
be one of those who knows she’s listening and seeing when Jesus says,
let those who have ears hear and those who have eyes see.
I am not making resolutions. But I am walking forward away from some things and toward others.
[written by Lisa-Jo Baker]