Goals for the New Year
Not fear mistakes
Not beat myself up for them
Enjoy the moment
What are yours?
This holiday has been an eye opening experience. I’ve had to be fully present to be in the Presence. I’ve savored silence so I can relish in the noise. There is a gratitude for so much, I can explain. And much that I cannot. I still have concerns, but I’m slowly releasing my need for an answer. Much of life I can’t formulate a response. That’s why I have to turn to the Greatest mystery yet the certain truth of life. I’ve never fully appreciated what a gift it is, to express emotions in this way. The written word. Every time I type, I get giddy anticipating your response. Thank you for being here for me and with me. I’m beyond grateful. Thank you.
I want to wish you all the very best of the season. Where hope exists. It reigns supreme. For me, the hope comes from a Savior who sought me before I had a name. Whatever you believe, may joy abound, peace be yours, and love edified. Every day you give me the best gift. Your presence. It means the world. There are no adequate words for the humbling love you provide. This Christmas, I’m grateful. Thank you. You are therapy for the mind, heart and soul. Merry Christmas from my corner of the world to yours. Where are you joining me from? Love, Regine
I’ve finally come to the realization that with a disability I will have to hide my pride. Go to every doctor’s appointment, ask for help and realize that no question is ever stupid. My life requires continual maintenance. I just need to praise Him for having access. I’m tired of the fear. I’m having to lay every anxiety to the side. I’m worthy. I’ve fought for everything and everyone. I need to fight for me. The world tells me I don’t deserve it, but He says I do. God, I claim good health, and abundant joy. I claim it. I will prosper and not fail. Claim it too.
Who are you grateful for?
What are you grateful for?
The place that made you grateful?
Change within self
It’s been more than a decade since I stepped foot in Assisi, Italy. I remember it like it was yesterday. Gingerly walking in that church filled with incense and organs, I was transported into a holy experience. The tears welled up. It was a culmination of a dream that became real. A God who made the impossible, possible. The joy of the Lord is when you appreciate the journey as much or more than the destination.
Just a thought. For the rest of the month I will practice gratitude. It will be active, not passive. I am sore today, but I will relish that. To be able to do one hour of physical activity is amazing. To be able to go into downward dog is even more fulfilling. Is it perfect? No. Did I just order some occupational therapy aids just now. Yes. The gratitude is two-fold. One the strength and flexibility to do it. The second is the strength it takes means I’m have to strengthen other muscles. My hands need help. Those OT sessions of youth are coming back to me. I’m releasing the pride. I refuse to deal with unnecessary pain when maybe a twenty dollar tool can help fix the problem. Tell me your gratitude today.
In this season, warmth is returning to my heart. My soul is breaking the walls. I’m enjoying the ordinary, making it extraordinary. I’m relishing victories. Accepting defeat. I’m riding the waves of emotion instead of letting them consume me. I’m taking the pleasure along with the pain. I’m aware that both can coexist. I’m writing each Christmas card with joy unspeakable. My mailbox opens a whole new world each day. It’s communication I treasure much like this blog, but in a different way. I look at my Christmas tree much like life. A little shiny, a little complicated, but a whole lot to unwrap. May your day be blessed, and your countenance find a reason to smile.