7 Gorgeous Ways to Visualize Your Word of the Year

So you agonized over your personal Word of the Year (WOTY) and finally arrived at the perfect mantra, focus, challenge, etc… but now what? I suggest you find a way to VISUALIZE your Word in a way that tangibly brings it (or it’s meaning) to mind every day.

Here are 7 of my favorite ideas:

1. Accessorize with It

In my last post, we explored ways to perceive our WOTY. For me, my Word “Advocate” acts as a scale to weigh my thoughts, options, and circumstances. Having my word printed on this gorgeous gold bar necklace has forced me to acknowledge it constantly. It is so pretty, its purpose is hard to ignore.

Every time I bend over (which is a lot with little kids running around!) this necklace falls down over my chin. At first it was annoying during every downward dog in yoga class; however, soon I began spending these moments praying for my co-gym mates or my little kiddos. And sometimes the bright gold catches the light perfectly in my bathroom mirror, reminding me to attend to my appearance in a way to advocate for the gospel (think: Image Bearer confident in Christ).

I love wearing my Word so much, I want to share a similar necklace with one of you! Enter here then scroll to the bottom of this post for more details on my Word of the Year Necklace Giveaway (Giveaway Now Closed 1/17/18).

2. Paint a Canvas

Full disclosure: I have broken an unspoken rule of the personal WOTY: I have more than one word!

My sisters and I set up a canvas-painting party with our mom after Christmas. I was bound and determined to somehow paint a representation of “Advocate.” As paint splashed from my brush, unexpected vulnerable fears leaked from my soul. What came out instead of “advocate” was a raw but imperative second word for the coming year: F L O W.

F L O W helps me be bendy, fluid, and moldable. While pushing into the intentionality of gospel advocacy is a powerful display of obedience to God, so is an awareness of the Holy Spirit’s guidance and ease-of-burden in the process. My F L O W canvas reminds me of all these things from its perch above my piano, in the one quiet room of the house where I study God’s Word and practice yoga.

3. Make It Your Jam

In the year of “Live Alive,” I compiled a playlist on Spotify that represented our goal to live boldly, fully, and gratefully throughout 2017. Sounding off with Rend Collective’s Live Alive, my Happy Island playlist is still a family favorite. Inviting our kids to add their “live alive” songs added to the joy and ownership for everyone in our family. You will never hear a more eclectic mix of Bob Marley, Chris Tomlin, Disney soundtracks, and James Brown (I Feel Good, I knew that I would, now!). Check it out here.

4. Label Your Year Book

One of my FAVORITE things I have ever done for our family was build an annual photo album on Shutterfly. This brings me to my second confession: I do not pick my word of the year in January. We usually pick it in the summertime before the school year, when we are tangibly faced with seasonal life changes.

Our family year books represent an entire school year, beginning with the summertime beforehand. I organize the photos throughout the year and order the book on Cyber Monday. Our kids look forward to opening their Christmas Eve box and seeing the former year in photos. This year, I added our “Live Alive” WOTY to the front of the book, along with photographed moments in which we were intentional to do some abundant living.

5. Doodle It on Repeat

Art journaling is a somewhat more official and sophistic form of doodling important things, either in an actual journal, or pretty much anywhere you have space to create. One year, my word of the year was Flourish. I represented this word with leafy doodles and flowering patterns of ink in my journals (I end up with several year). In fact, these reminders to Flourish ended up everywhere: random sticky notes, to-do lists, my daily journal, sermon notes, white boards, grocery lists and even a hand-painted canvas. This growing collage of encouragement throughout my home kept me focused throughout the year.

6. Frame Your Word

For 2 years now, my husband and I have attended a small prayer banquet for our local crisis pregnancy center ministry. At the end of the banquet, the staff gives each attendee a blank sealed envelope with a specific Word inside. These words have been powerful for me. Last year, my Word was World Changer. The accompanying verses gave me courage to pursue some writing and speaking opportunities I was wavering on. Invigorated, I immediately framed both Shane’s word and mine and hung them next to our bathroom mirror.

This year, my word was Enjoy. At first, I balked at this card telling me to enjoy the year ahead. Excuse me, I think this card was for someone else; I am Becky Rosty! Enjoying life is not something I need reminded of. So I avoided putting my new word in the frame for months! This week as I contemplated this blog post, I realized I really do need the reminder to enjoy.

2018 is the now-or-never year to finish up some precious life projects. Pressing in to finish strong is not always fun, or glamorous. If I am going to be the aforementioned world-changer, I am going to need to enjoy things that bore me, things that scare me. Or I will probably just not do them. And some things are too important to let go.

Visit our master bath sometime and find our new encouraging words displayed prominently for my daily humbling. (And yes, that now adds up to 3 motivationally challenging Words of the Year, who cares.)

7. Display a Representative Object

In 2016, my WOTY Flourish also prompted me to give a potted plant center stage in my home. The poor thing needed pruning this year, which is incredibly profound when you think of how that applies to my WOTY. Maybe, in order to keep flourishing in 2018, I need a little pruning too?

Perhaps you have a similar Word this year? Find room in your budget to buy a bouquet of flowers each month to remind you to Bloom. Trying to stay present? Grab an inspiring daily desk calendar to keep your focus on the now. Those with Simplify in mind might display a crisp white bowl on their table; make it the family goal to keep the bowl empty, both literally and figuratively.

Congratulations April Rogers for winning a personalized WOTY necklace from Joy in the Morning Designs!!!

5 Ways a “Word of the Year” Can Positively Influence Your Life

The New Year is still new, my friends! If you are still contemplating why you should choose a Word of the Year, I have some ideas for you. Here are 5 ways a word can positively influence your life in 2018!

But first, let me introduce my Word for 2018:

Advocate.

This word is probably my favorite Word of the Year (WOTY) so far. For our family, it means we never stop looking for ways to make the good news of Jesus’ love famous to the people around us.

I had this beautiful necklace made to daily remind me of my commitment to gospel-advocacy. I am so moved by this piece of jewelry that I just have to share it with one of you! Joy In the Morning has partnered with me at Campfire Grace for this exciting opportunity.  She has reserved a similar necklace for you to commemorate your own Word of the Year! This stunning accessory is 14kt gold, valued at $56!

To enter, add your name and email to the form below, then scroll through all the beautiful designs over at Joy in the Morning.

GIVEAWAY CLOSED 1/17/18. Congratulations to April Rogers!

And now for 5 Fresh Ideas for Your Word of the Year:

1. A Gentle Rudder:

A few years ago, I traded New Years goals for a Word of the Year. Goals felt harsh and bossy. Failure to finish felt crippling. By picking a WOTY, I traded fear of coming up short for confidence of going in a helpful direction. I think of it more as a rudder to my ship than a destination I must reach. This word steers me gently regardless of circumstances: whether I face choppy waters ahead or a steady breeze to push me along this year.

The year of 2017 was filled with moments that left me overjoyed! It also hollowed out my soul with immense sorrow. And yet, my Word helped me navigate each season. My Word of the year was “Live Alive.” In the bubbling laughter of the twins turning 3, I enjoyed the gift of life we had been given. Through the agonizing heart-break of lossed lives and world chaos, I stopped taking for granted this privilege of life lived fully. Each change of 2017, I asked, how can I fully live alive in the midst of this?

  • WOTY suggestions that serve as Rudders: Strength, Trust, Breathe

2. A Perspective Lens:

How our circumstances affect us is largely how we view them. In 2016, my word was Flourish. When my twins were potty training, I kept my eyes open for how I was still flourishing in the frustration of accidents and laundry and lots of tears.

How could you use a specific Word to filter how you see your year? Pick a word like “Giggle” and you might just laugh off the drama in the office. Adopt “Hallelujah” as your mantra, and notice every event as a reason to give praise to God!

  • WOTY suggestions that serve as Perspectives: Whole, Humble, Victorious

3. A Butler:

I want my goals, my word, my ambitions to work for me, not the other way around. It is too easy for me to become a slave to what I want to fix in my life. Instead, the intentional WOTY will work for me.

As a Butler, my Word will remind me to focus on the best things. It will usher in my favorite thoughts first thing in the morning. It will open the front door of my mind only to desirable guests like encouraging thoughts and creativity. It will promptly shoo away lies and discouragement that ask to take residence in my thinking.

  • WOTY suggestions that serve as butlers: Kindness, Intentional, Thrive

4. A Scale for Decisions:

For many of us, 2018 is already intimidating us with the wide open field of opportunities. Soon-to-be-graduates, recent empty-nesters, and everyone in between are facing lots of decisions this year. Why not pick a Word that could filter each option that comes our way?

We get flyers in my mailbox for another kids’ activity. Our Facebook notifications panel is full of invites to support one friend or another in their home-based business party. Our churches are asking for volunteers to lead home based small groups. Our coworkers chatty activity in the break room beckon us to join in gossip. Our mirrors and scales offer the options to self-loathe or keep living fully.

As I already mentioned, my word for 2018 is Advocate. My husband and I prayerfully discovered it together. We can easily filter out (i.e.: say no to) any option that does not help us to advocate for the hope of the gospel among those who live in darkness.

  • WOTY suggestions that serve as scales for decisions: Image Bearer, Holy, Purpose

5. An Ebenezer:

The Bible describes an Ebenezer was a monument or visual reminder of God’s faithfulness to His people. Last year, our word “Live Alive” was in many ways an Ebenezer to God’s care for us through some difficult times. God helped us keep living. God helped us keep thriving! And we could count on Him to do so continually.

Why not pick a word that represents God’s relentless love for you? This word will serve as a rudder, a butler, and an Ebenezer all year long.

  • WOTY suggestions that serve as ebenezers: Relentless, Unconditional, Big Love!

 

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My New Year’s Yoga Flow Playlist

One of the highlights of 2017 was learning to meditate on the loving care God has for me. The unexpected catalysts this contemplative practice was a yoga class.

The only spiritual connections I have made in yoga are with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. I am VERY intentional about setting my mind on things above as I enter into each pose. Positioning my body in different ways helps me to open my heart and quiet my mind to focus more fully on Gods goodness.

I have an arsenal of Scripture memorized that comes to mind during each pose as well. I am very grateful for this exercise of self-silence and self-control.

Perhaps this kind of Christ-centered pose and meditation practice might encourage you too! The following is from my Campfire Grace Flow Playlist. Take an hour to ring in this first week of the new year with me. (Follow my Spotify Profile for more other CGrace Flow playlists, including a 30 minute flow and an evening flow.)

If Yoga isn’t your thing, spend some time journaling, sitting in the stillness with a candle and your Bible, or even jogging to these worshipful songs that may just help clear your mind for the new year.

This is the Way God Loves You, by Sleeping at Last

Ease in with slow moving instrumentals. Focus on the deep belly breaths.

*Favorite lyric: none. (But I appreciate mediating on the title as I begin to think about Gods goodness and care for me.)

**Pose: cross legged on the mat, deep breaths **

Touch the Sky, Hillsong United

*Favorite lyric: “my heart beating, my soul breathing, I found my life when I laid it down.”

**Pose: cat/cow variations and child’s pose **

Welcome Here, Chris Quilala

Reaching upward/flowing through sun-salutations are the perfect pairing for this song.

*”Breath of heaven, voice of thunder, in your presence I surrender…”

**Sun-salutation variations**

First, Lauren Daigle

*”Before I bring my need I will bring my heart and seek you first.”

**Warrior 3**

Shadow step, Hillsong United

*”You met me at the sinners table, I found you waiting by the well, unexpected.”

**chair pose, warrior 2**

Simple Pursuit, Passion

*”God take us back to an unswerving faith in the power of your name, a heart beating for your kingdom to reign, a church that is known for your presence again.”

**balance pose, tree pose**

Then the trees of the forest will shout for joy before the LORD, for He is coming to judge the earth. 1 Chronicles 16:33

When I am Afraid, Laura Hackett

These lyrics share the cry of Psalm 61:2, and empower me every time I hear it. (Claim it and sing along!)

*”There is no peace of mind outside of truth in Christ!”

**boat pose, floor work for abs/core**

“For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”‭‭ Ephesians‬ ‭6:12-13‬

Closer to Your Heart, Kari Jobe

*”Holy, I get lost in your love. Holy, Full of awe and wonder. You keep drawing me closer to your heart.”

**Hip openers, figure 4″

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”‭‭ John‬ ‭3:16‬ ‭

Lay It All Down, Will Reagan

This song may be my most powerful mantra, and by this point in the yoga flow, my emotions are ready to encounter this kind of surrender.

*”Carried on but your heart was tired, feared the worst and felt the fire. Lay it all down. Lay it all down. Filled with all those anxious thoughts, all your doubts became your god. Lay it all down at the feet of Jesus.”

**Biggest inhalation yet, Side twists with a flow**

In the Name of Love, Kari Jobe

*When there’s madness, when there’s poison in your head, when the sadness leaves you broken in your bed, I will hold you in the depths of your despair and it’s all in the name of love.”

**Plow, Shoulder stand, legs up a wall, happy baby**

Let your unfailing love surround us, LORD, for our hope is in you alone. Psalm 33:22

From the Belly of the Deepest Love by Tow’rs

Don’t let the trumpets at the beginning throw you off. When I first heard this song, I listened to it 3 times to fully grasp the beauty of its poetry. I am consistently astounded by the imagery of dogwood flowers representing how Jesus took our blame in his own body as he died.

*“I tried to get to you, but you came to me instead. With the dawn, the grave is gone. Oh how you wish to be with me.”

**any final poses I missed, alternate nostril breath**

House of God Forever, Jon Foreman

This song is my signal to begin a savasana (corpse pose). Rest in the calming guitar strums and occasional harmonica. These lyrics are a lovely recitation of Psalm 23.

*“He makes me rest in fields of green, with quiet streams.”

**Corpse Pose**

Come to Me, Bethel Music

A bit of contemplative instrumental to zone in deeper to the love and care God has for me.

*Sometimes I recall the lyrics to the original worship song as I breathe: “come to me, I’m all you need.”

**Corpse Pose**

Note: I have zero professional training in exercise, mediation, or yoga. This is just a little bit of what I do at home to connect with my creator and Heavenly Father through poses and meditation on His goodness.

Feel free to share it if it encourages you too!

Why Did Jesus Come?

“Why did Jesus come?” I asked our kids on the drive to church yesterday. Our son took a long time to arrive at his answer.

Eventually he responded, “because he wasn’t there.”

His simple, straight-forward conclusion has profoundly impacted me and left me pondering all day.

Jesus. Wasn’t. There.

There was no access to grace, to love, to friendship with God… because Jesus wasn’t there.

Humanity was groping through the spiritual darkness… because Jesus wasn’t there.

God allowed his creation to feel the weight of his silence, the longing in His absence, the sting of their own consequences… because Jesus wasn’t there.

“But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children.” Galatians 4:4-5

“The people who walk in darkness will see a great light. For those who live in a land of deep darkness, a light will shine.” Isaiah 9:2

This also leaves me with questions:

I cannot imagine a world where Jesus was not there, arms open, invitation extended, knocking at the door. But how often to I live my life unaware of His presence? His nearness?

God is With Us!

Immanuel.

But what seems to be more present, more pressing, more there is busyness. To-do lists. Schedules full to the brim. Time and stuff and people to manage. All our attempts at flourishing fall short when Jesus isn’t there.

  • Lord, make my heart attentive to Immanuel all year long. Because Jesus IS here!

Second question: How many of my friends and family still live in a world where Jesus isn’t there?

Clinging to darkness when a gift of light and hope rests under the cross-tree on which Jesus hung in our place. Unaware of the Christ-child who became King, worthy of worship and allegiance and gratitude.

Something keeps this gift at a distance, arms length maybe, or perhaps twenty-nine and a half foot pole distance. My heart aches with a grief that pounds loud sometimes for these, my loved ones without True hope. Because Jesus isn’t there.

  • How long, oh Lord, till they accept You?

On this Christmas morning, my contemplating, grieving, celebrating, joy-filled heart is still blessed. Because Jesus is here, carrying burdens, caring deeper than I ever could, and championing hearts even still as King and Savior.

Oh come let us adore Him. Immanuel.

3 Executive Decisions This Momma Made for the Holidays This Year

In a century where holidays are hijacked by outrageous spending and overpriced tradition expectations…. I just want to love my family. I began to notice where my Christmas to-do list no longer lined up with love. Time to change things up!

For Thanksgiving, that meant I learned to mosey. For this first week of December, it means I am making a few executive decisions about our expectations for the rest of this month. I hope this turning of tables leads to better awareness of Jesus in our midst as I learn to love sacrificially like He does.

Perhaps you need to take back your expectations for the holidays too! I often remind my kids that the parents are the boss of the kids and Jesus is the boss of Mommy and Daddy. Sometimes, we parents need to exercise a little executive power to reorient our homes in line with our King. Here are the ones that made a difference for us this first week of advent:

1. Bless with a Dress. I do a lot of outfit control for my 3 year old twins. Many a favorite tutu gets nixed in favor of practical pants. However, this week I decided to hand over the fashion reigns, for both my daughters outfit and mine. A mother-daughter tea party play-date is the perfect opportunity to let my daughter explore her taste in style, and affirm it by strutting through the day dressed by my preschooler. With no small amount of glee, Evi dug through my closet and unearthed the only “twirly” dress I own, much like the one she was wearing.

Soon we were a pair of twirly girls ready for the day. She loved it, I only felt marginally awkward. But I held my head high nonetheless. Interestingly, when my husband saw my out-of-the-box outfit, he was enamored. Thanks to a brave moment of saying yes to my daughter, the twirly dress will now be featured more often in the outfit shuffle. It isn’t so bad taking turns in the fashion department after all.

2. Trade Trendy for Timeless. On a last minute whim, I bought bright silver tinsel garland. For weeks, I’ve had my eye on a red buffalo plaid ribbon to wrap around our tree, but the kids are little, tinsel is shiny, and who cares. We bought tinsel.

I also bought batman Christmas wrapping paper. And Disney princess wrapping paper. I kissed goodbye my dreams of brown paper packages tied up with string…with a sprig of eucalyptus tucked in the bow, and calligraphy monographs hand painted on top (thank you Pinterest).

Instead, I will put a pin in these dreams and revisit them maybe when the kids turn 17. It’s going to be one well-pined for Scandinavian-style, minimalism Christmas. Of course by then, it will no longer be trendy. I guess love is the trend I should be setting in our home instead. Let the kids be kids, and enjoy it while it lasts, right? After all, those memories are the truly timeless decorations at Christmas.

3. Stymie Unnecessary Stress. Also a last minute executive decision, I postponed the introduction of our “Shepherd’s Treasure.” We received this adorable Elf on the Shelf alternative as a gift last Christmas from my lovely older sister. She has charming documentation of their shepherd’s enchanting antics in years past, making me really excited to jump in.

The book’s instructions say to start the 1st day of December, however I decided not to. For some reason, the last 3 days of November had me panicked in preparation for the calm time of advent. It seemed counter intuitive that I was getting stressed in preparation for rest. The word oxymoron kept coming to mind.

So I made the executive mama decision: a late start date for our Shepherd was not going to deprive our kids. In fact, this delay was a sacrificial love act. When I release myself from forced Christmas creativity for too many days in a row, I can give my family the greater gift of having a peaceful, present mama.

In the days the twins were still babies, a wise soul implored me to seriously rethink traditions while my kids are little. “Simplify them to start,” she said ,”because it is less stressful on everyone to add a new expectation down the road than to fail a tradition later because you were over-ambitious in the early years.”

I deeply appreciate the freedom I have discovered in practicing this stay-present principle. So we might bring our shepherd out 10 days before Christmas, or maybe 7. Whenever it happens, it will be just as whimsical and enchanting.

There you have it, a few ways I said yes to twirly dresses and sparkly trees and batman wrapping paper (and no to being stressed-out mommy) in order to love my kids BIG this holiday season.

These are all decisions that boss me right out of my comfort zone. Not surprisingly, embracing them has brought more freedom and joy for this season.

What executive decisions have you made to stay-present this holiday season?

A Blanket Fort of Grace: Stay Present Momma

Today was the worst. Add up unrealistic expectations, a messy house, unfinished projects, coat sleeves turned inside-out, tired kids and an even more tired mom, and we got a group of crying, screaming half-dressed small people in the garage by 11am.

The worst part was, I knew it was all my fault. I had over used my tv-as-distraction tool to get some things done. It was time to head to the gym as we always do. However, I had a project 97% finished and wanted that extra 15 minutes before we HAD to leave to finish it. For me to get that 15 minutes, the kids were going to have to get their own shoes on.

And coats.

And backpacks.

And use the potty.

All of these tasks have been formerly completed in record time by both 3 year olds with no issue… when it is their idea. However, this moment it was apparently beyond reasonable expectation. (It was my idea, after all.)

So there we were, a big mess of unmet expectations. The kids were crying, I was crying, the dog was whining, the wind was howling; we had a choir going. I chucked my jacket into the car with the proclamation my kids have heard too often: “you are driving my crazy!”

I know they hear it too much because I hear Evi repeating it often to her brother… with the same aggravation grating her voice that I hear in mine.

So as I bent to hook a carseat buckle, I stopped short and just said, “you are driving!” As if a preschooler behind the wheel is going to steer this chaotic mess back to sanity-station.

No, the kids should not be in the driver seat. And neither should I, in fact.

“God, would you take over here!?” I prayed.

“Build a fort, mama.” He whispered back.

My heart found hope in that simple prerogative. I abandoned the mission to get out of the house, embracing the stay-in-the-moment resolve instead.

I scooped the kids out of the car, gathered blankets, unrolled a few strands of Christmas lights, and hijacked our living room to stage our fort. I found a treasure chest in storage and filled it with up with books. The children were so excited about their new treasures. We cuddled in the close quarters of our blanket fort and breathed in the rhythmic words of children’s stories.

Tears turned to tickles. Sobs surrendered to warm snuggles. Frustration stepped aside when fun came in the room.

There in our fort, we all found shelter. The lights twinkled under the blankets, and their eyes twinkled under the covering of my affection. And my own heart rejoiced for the undeserved banner of love I receive from my own good, good Father. In that moment, I realized He makes a blanket fort of grace over me every day.

The tears I have now are drops of awe and gratitude.

Perhaps tomorrow I will prioritize a moment of intimacy with my kids earlier in the day. And in doing so, we might end up leaving the house a satisfied and whole group of people on our way to accomplishing something lovely or productive for the day.

That was not how this day began, but I continue to embrace the art of stay-present mothering. In fact, I think our living room full of floating blankets was the kind of lovely and productive we needed.

“Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins.”

‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭4:8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

On the worst days, dear mama, let’s build a blanket forts for our kids, and snuggle them close under the blanket of grace God has built over us.

“He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.”

‭‭The Song of Solomon‬ ‭2:4‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Let Go Of FoMo: How to Really Enjoy Your Vacation

“Let’s mosey,” my husband said.

I tried to decipher whether it was a pleading question or a gentle statement.

It took us about 2 years of marriage to discover the importance of communicating expectations for family activities… especially during the holidays. Now after 8 years, this is still imperative  for our relationship.

Vacation expectations are difficult to manage. My mother was the queen of “quick! quick! quick!” during our family travels. Sleeping in was a cardinal offense. If we were going to get as much out of our family time as possible, we better get going. Granted, without her go-getter mentality, we would have squandered many a trip to Disney world and the Texas gulf coast with excessive napping. The quick quick quick queen gets all the credit for the fantastic memories we all have of the experience. (Thanks mom!)

I think I inherited her crown about the time my twins started walking. I see every vacation as a buffet of opportunities. Things to do, people to see, restaurants to taste, places to explore. I am an adventurer, after all. When we venture off from our small town, my heart and mind are ready to ingest all the possibilities.

Contrast my penchant for doing with my husband’s preference for just being. He has no fear-of-missing-out (FOMO). He is not petrified at the thought of losing someone’s approval. He truly just wants to vacate on vacation (imagine that?). Leave the rushed pace of the regular work-week mentality and simply… mosey.

In order to play along with this mosey-mentality, I had to wrap my head around it first. Whereas I assumed it meant laziness or carelessness, the word mosey literally means “to walk or move in a leisurely manner.” That is actually something I would like more of in my life. The luxury of margin in the schedule, in the budget, in my expectations is often out of reach because I have been busy filling that white space.

So for one week, instead of scraping by and grasping at last minutes and last dollars, I plan to mosey. To open up my heart and hands. To loosen my grip on expectations and fear of missing out. To be bendy.

Here is my vacation agenda. More flexibility to enjoy, less expectations to fit it all in. And with every to-do list I write, I include a to-don’t list. These are the things I give myself permission to say no to.

I hope you can join me for a few days of just being.

“Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don’t concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord — now and always.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭131

PS. What are you adding or taking away from your vacation list?

The Day After Thanksgiving: Is it Good Friday or Black Friday… and What Are We Really Searching For?

 

In less than 10 days, our world will come together for the most anticipated Friday of the year: Black Friday.

Long ago, I discovered some gray neutral ground for Black Friday. I do not actively avoid it, however I am not consumed by it. TBH, I appreciate the occasion for people-watching on a grand scale. The BEST part about the Friday after Thanksgiving, though, is the window of opportunity to share the some FREE, life changing truth (no catch!).

Here it is, 4 differences between Black Friday and Good Friday, and how they might make you forget every item on your wish list:

  1. On Black Friday, people stay up all night to stand in line for a deal. On Good Friday, Jesus was up all night, standing before accusers, and was dealt judgement on our behalf.
  2. On Black Friday, crowds trample each other for gadgets. On Good Friday, Jesus was trampled for the crowds to have restored relationship between God and man.
  3. On Black Friday, department stores put on-trend items on clearance. On Good Friday, Jesus put salvation and adoption into the family of God clear-of-all-charge: He made it absolutely free.
  4. On Black Friday, stores provide access to hot deals to the the first 50 shoppers in line.. On Good Friday, Jesus provided all-access redemption with the Holy God of creation to anyone who would receive it.

Though the sky, indeed, turned black on the day Jesus died, we remember it as GOOD because it is the ONLY way humanity can ever be in the light.

When we search for fulfillment via Black Friday, we get a momentary thrill. When we search for fulfillment via Good Friday, we find true rest, redemption, and eternal-filling with joy!

I might snag the perfect gift for my special-someone, at a once-in-a-lifetime affordable price, on Black Friday this year. But I will probably feel compelled to do it all again the next year.

However, because of Good Friday, I am considered special to the ultimate Someone, who reminds me to pass the true Gift on and on. For some, it truly will be a once-in-a-lifetime chance to hear about life-giving hope.

Because of this, I cannot keep from sharing His story, “as though God were making his appeal through [me]. [I] implore you on Christ’s behalf: Be reconciled to God. God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.”

‭‭2 Corinthians‬ ‭5:20-21‬

Whatever your reason for waking up next Friday, I pray you continue in the spirit of gratitude and kindness of Thanksgiving throughout the week.

With Hope,

Becky

PS. Don’t know where to start when it comes to Good News about Good Friday? Check out this post for some Gospel H.A.C.K.S.

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*This post originally appeared on November 21, 2016. It has been updated to optimize encouragement for readers of campfiregrace.com.

How A Grateful Garland Rescued November

Every year the debate continues should Christmas celebrations start before or after Thanksgiving? Here in the audacious year of 2017, the pivotal day in question has been moved to Halloween.

I am definitely not a Christmas-before-Thanksgiving hater. However, I am the kind of person that worries about someone or something feeling left out. For crying out loud, I feel terrible if I do not give each of my clothes a turn to be worn in a given month.

November deserves a turn, in my opinion. When I think about all the things I will miss if I were to wish away November so we could move on to Christmas season, I get sad. Already, we have enjoyed our kids’ first time ice skating. We marveled as our brown world got a fresh dusting of white flakes. We enjoyed candy and pumpkin seeds, and still have yet to bake the cupcake mix left on our front door on Halloween (thanks to whomever “boo’ed” us!).

Of course, many of us feel December flies by too quickly, so we get a head start on holiday cheer. I have been there before, and I realized the remedy was not in hijacking November. Rather, we can make December sacred again with a holy hurry, and a rediscovering of wonder.

Others of us find the brown, hibernating world of November to be dull and boring. If that is you, as it was once me, I encourage you to do research on the importance of boredom in our everyday lives.

But how do we rescue the novelty of November? My suggestion: make a grateful garland.

This lovely swag hangs in our dining room, heralding contentment into our home with loud autumn hues. The top strand is one we saved from last year. It displays our kids’ two-year-old “grateful hands” with a daily thanks or “yay God!” The bottom strand is the start of the twins now 3-year-old grateful hands.

To make the hands, I traced their little hands 5 times on a piece of construction paper (one for T and one for E), then stacked 2 more pieces of fall-colored paper to cut out 15 hands per kid. There are 30 days in November, so it is perfect. The paper hands get kind of curly after being stored in a ziplock bag for a year, but they look almost more like leaves that way. I stripped some fake fall leaves from a cheap “bouquet” I found at Walmart and tied them to the garland as well.

Each day, we take turns stating what we are grateful for. I write it on a hand and tape it to the garland. It just keeps getting better. Giving me a big picture narrative for our home. I pine for the day we can buy the right couch, hip frames, and fun rugs for this room. But this November, I cannot stop dreaming about the day we have 10 years of these garlands circling our dining room, climbing our stair well, and swagging over every doorframe.

I love how this simple decoration activity is giving my family an awareness of our blessings. Moreso for me, though, the garland has expanded my perspective of home-making. I do a lot of online shopping, pining for the perfect couch, hip frames, and fun rugs for our new home. I get excited when I think about the day it will feel complete. But this November, I cannot stop dreaming about the day we have 10 years (!) of these garlands circling our dining room, climbing our stairwell, and hanging over every doorframe.

How about you? How do you plan to rescue November from the holiday hijack?  Feel free to leave a comment with your ideas!
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