2012 Resolution Word

Peace. How many holiday cards did you receive with wishes of “peace” to you and yours in the New Year? What does a wish for “peace” actually mean, anyway?


As a noun “peace” is defined as a cessation of or freedom from any strife or dissension. As a verb, to be at peace means to be untroubled; tranquil; content. The world would most certainly be a better place if we all actively sought out peace. Regardless of the circumstances, seeking to be content, untroubled, tranquil and free from strife certainly can’t hurt matters.

Personally, if I were to resolve to cloak myself in a garment of peace, the slivers of pain and discontent that could pierce me won’t have room to do so. Shackles of strife will not hold on a body of peace.

This is why my resolution word for 2012 is Peace. I want; I need to choose to be at peace with circumstances; with God’s plan, as I walk forward into this next year. My family deserves it. My friends deserve it. I deserve it. I don’t anticipate that having this word as a mantra will do much, but I do know that if it is a constant prayer for my life, 2012 won’t leave me as black and blue.

Life has enough challenges. I've enjoyed embracing them, sometimes, but now I am more intent on embracing peace. It sounds like the difference between embracing a bed of nails and a cashmere blanket.

Time for some cashmere!

2011 - The Year of 'Challenge'

Each and every year for several years I’ve resolved my new year with one word. 2011 was the year of “Challenge”. I think I was far too romantic in my vision of what that would mean for my life.

Merriam-Webster’s definition of challenge is to arouse or stimulate especially by presenting with difficulties (emphasis mine). Perhaps I should have looked this up before choosing my word last year. Of course I understood what “challenge” means. But personally, as a stay at home mom, I wanted to grow. I wanted to learn. Embracing such a word would help me do just that.

A few such challenges that I embraced and joyfully grew from were:


• Perfecting my sourdough bread techniques

• Growing and cultivating a beautiful kitchen garden

• Being more vulnerable in my writing

• Squeezing the life out of each penny we had

• Raising two “spirited” little boys

• Traveling alone with said boys for a family reunion, and surviving

• Baking my first wedding cake(s)

• Coordinating several weddings

I also found that the old worker-bee hat I wore for many years still fit, though it pinched a little.  The challenge of doing much on little sleep seemed familiar, though it was not necessarily a celebrated proposition.  I was also blessed and challenged in supporting my pastor-husband through the joys and challenges of ministry; not to mention a church renovation project.

There were, of course, more challenges that I did NOT embrace, as they left a chasm of pain within me. More personal, private battles have been waged, and there have been painful wounds inflicted that have been slow to clot.  

Nonetheless, reflecting back at the year I recognize that embracing challenge was a good thing for me. It broke me down. It drained me. It made me raw. It brought me to a place of depth, vulnerability and eventually growth. I know that in the future I will look back at this year and understand so much more than I do now. All I can tell you is that I am celebrating the upcoming year with great anticipation, and a new resolution word that is NOT 'challenge'.

The Flores Family Christmas Letter - An Allegory

In the town of Charming, Pastor and Poet lived a charmed life with their two sons: Performer and Sunshine.


Every day Poet would awake, walk out to her garden, and would meet with Inspiration and Provision. Occasionally she would have Provision remain for dinner, and was ever grateful. Inspiration would be her companion throughout the day, often chiming in when Poet watched her boys play, visited with newfound friends and watched a Momma Hummingbird build her nest.

Pastor was a tree to his boys. The boys would both scale their father’s trunk and shimmy out onto his arm-branches. Then, in a way only Pastor could do, he would lift both boys, one on each arm, as high as he could. The laughter that ensued was contagious.

Performer was a seeker of Truth, even though he was only 3. His pursuits gave him new insights, new vocabulary, new perspective. Pastor and Poet became convinced Performer will solve all of the world’s problems one day with the research he has now begun.

Performer’s younger brother, Sunshine, found new feet in the course of the year. Though his steps were uncertain at the birth of the year, by its end he was able to run Wind. Sunshine proved to be more mechanical than his brother; where Performer asked for the answers, Sunshine took things apart to the same end.

All-Natural Drain Cleaner

Though I am back to a full-time work schedule, I am still trying to save dollars and cents where I can.  I love an opportunity to do so while keeping the chemicals that are around the house to a minimum. 

And so, without further adieu, my all natural drain cleaner:

Christmas Advent Paper-Chain

I don't know about you, but December brings with it quite a bit of busyness. With said busyness (which I don't think a bad thing), I really try to make a point of being intentional.  Intentional with cards.  Intentional with gifts.  Intentional with my kids.

Intentionality is where the idea for an advent paper-chain came in.  I figured it was the type of craft I could do in a short time, and it would check several things off my Christmas wish list; It is a visual way to count down to Christmas (for a 4 and 2 year old this is KEY), we can work on number recognition, and most importantly we take a moment each day to sit and reflect on the reason for the season.  So....here it goes.  My quick-as-a-wink paper-chain.

It started with my computer...

I started with a star.  I used colored paper to avoid doing the coloring myself.  I printed out the names of God, to keep things in perspective.

 Then I added construction paper (that I found a variety ream of at IKEA on clearance for 99 cents)...

I used four sheets of construction paper: 1 red, 1 green and 2 white (to save money...Mrs. Cheapskate, that's me!).  I then stacked them in the order I wanted them, and snipped the stack into six strips.  Easy peasy.  I wan't looking for perfection.  These kids don't care, why should I?!  I numbered the strips from 1 to 24.  (You could also write out bible verses, daily challenges, etc.)

And now for the finished product.....

Choosing Your Blessings

Dear God,

I really want pretty flowers in my garden.  Would you please give me some?

Thanks,

Jolene

P.S. - I want pink ones.  That smell pretty.  That don't have too many thorns, you don't want me to get hurt!  And not too small, I want to be able to cut them and put them into a vase.  Okay?  Thanks.

P.P.S. - I know that my soil is a mess with weeds and rocks.  You can work miracles, though, right?  Thanks.

P.P.S. - I'd rather that you water my garden in a different way than rain.  It gets too muddy, and the moisture makes my hair crazy.

_____________________

Have you ever prayed for something, and then given God a roadmap as to how you want Him to provide for / bless / heal you?  I wish I could say I am old enough to have avoided such a 'rookie-prayer', but hence, I found myself doing just that a few months ago.

A Pumpkin Vine Speaks

A pumpkin vine is a fascinating thing.  No, it doesn't audibly speak, but if you pay attention, it might offer a morsel of wisdom.  This year I planted giant pumpkin seeds, in hopes of growing a GREAT pumpkin. Though that didn’t quite pan out, I did learn a few great things from this all-consuming life-force.


By far, the greatest lesson I learned was through the pumpkin vine’s ability to adapt through rooting. Though it has its main root system at its base, as the plant grows and vines out, it will re-root itself (with those curly little arms it has). In doing so, the pumpkin vine is able to receive more nutrients, and in turn becomes healthier. This fact came in handy when I found that my vine had some sort of pest / disease killing it from the main root system and slowly working its way up the vine. When I realized that I had to do something in order to save whatever semblance of pumpkins I had remaining on the vine, I made the decision to cut the vine at its healthiest point in hopes that the additional roots it had planted were sufficient to maintain life.

Not only were they sufficient, but the vine was healthier than it had been for months. The leaves were giant and dark green – no discoloration or wilting. New blossoms exploded like firecrackers, thus giving way to baby pumpkins. New fruit on a healthy, new(ish) vine.

Listen.  Can you hear the faint whispers of wisdom?

· In life you will find rotting, diseased influences. They have the ability to burrow into your soul and destroy you from the inside out. If you can’t shake their effects, it is best to cut them off, move on. You’ll be healthier for it.

· As you grow and move forward, dig in your heels. Embrace your new environment, your new circumstance, your new life. In doing so, you grow and deepen your roots and maintain your health. You become fruitful. You become more beautiful.

· Adaptation is the essence of life.  The alternative is an entire wilted vine of a life; bitter, destroyed, decayed. The essence of death.


Who says plants can’t ‘talk’?

My Sis - Jessica Anne Hekman

Today is my best friend Jessica's 30th Birthday.  As I've been contemplating this post for a while, I thought it only timely to post it today in honor of her.

Jessica and I have been friends for 18 years now.  Our entire lifetimes have been woven together. 

Disappearing Act - A Personal Post

I took this picture several months ago. This television had been sitting on our street in front of someones house for months, and after time the weather and people took a toll on it. I really thought it was a beautiful picture of a thousand metaphors.

The metaphor most fitting today is a personal one:  "Beauty and potential broken down by time and elements." 

I feel like this television.

A Conversation with a Preschooler

Hubby and I have given Christian a challenge in preschool: learn a new name / make a new friend every day.  I've noticed a trend...they have all been girls.  When I asked him about this today, he told me that he just likes girls. 

As Danny asked Christian about his name assignment today, he asked about one of Christian's first friends, Bella.  (Christian had told me that Bella isn't nice and doesn't want him around.) 

This is the conversation that ensued: