I bought myself a Christmas present: a copy of I’m Just Here for More Food, by Alton Brown. The man can make the chemical process of creaming butter and sugar so fascinating you just have to keep reading! So, as I got more into the book, I had visions of myself getting up at 5am to make a fresh loaf of bread – the old fashioned way, by hand. I’d let it do a slow rise all day like Alton suggests and then bake it late afternoon, just in time for dinner. This so excited me that I actually found myself thinking those dreaded words, “New Year’s resolution.”
New Year’s resolutions bother me. No, stronger than that: I hate them and I hate thinking about making them. No offense if you participate in that tradition. What is it about day 1 of a new year that has the magical power to give me the strength to do things I don’t have the strength to do on day 127 or 243? Why do I think I am more likely to get up at 5am starting January 2nd then I am starting April 3rd?
While pondering this question I was also daydreaming about fresh-baked, non-bread-machine bread… as well as a clutter-free house, morning quiet time, and a perfectly scheduled routine in which all my homeschooling endeavors are carried out flawlessly according to my well-laid plans. Along with that, I envision the proper diet, perfect mothering, and laundry that is always kept up with. It’s only January 4th and I’m already tired of my would-be new me in the New Year.
I can’t even guarantee I will keep up with this blog (it's probably more likely I will not keep up with it). I’d like to write deep, inspiring things that are worthy of others taking the time to read them. I can’t be sure I will. What I can be sure of is that I can take life one day at a time, slowly working toward the concrete goals I have set… not a promise on the first day to, this year, by sheer will power, change the way I have been for the last 32 years. My January mantra is, “Just do the next thing [with God’s help].” Because before I can actually order my life, I need to get into the habit of DOING my life. One foot in front of the other, just keep swimming (I know...mixed metaphors, sorry).
God’s green cathedral is brown and cold right now – the peaceful slumber awaiting the Spring when all things are made new again (why don't we make Spring resolutions?) But my heart is warm with hope. As Scarlett O’Hara was fond of saying, “tomorrow is another day.” Thank the Lord that His mercies are new every morning… because I need a lot of mercy! Not just this year but every year until He calls me home.