Every year as I approach the end of the year and go hurtling into the new year, I do like to pause and reflect on what is about to end, think about what I may have done right, what I should have done different and what I would like to see for the next year. Looking back, I see I greeted a milestone of 25 years being married to Mr Chick, we started a little company that is still trying to get some legs, started fostering rescue dogs, wrote a bunch of posts, shot a career round of golf and got another hole in one ( not on the same day). I have things I regret, but I’ll reserve that for God and myself to work out. Now, its time to look forward to 2012. I gave up “resolutions” a long time ago. They always seem to be a recipe for failure. I prefer “journeys to a goal”….something to strive for..hope for…work towards. If I dont meet that goal, at least I have tried..and maybe have worked closer to that goal. Life and change is a process. Rarely do we RESOLUTELY do anything. I always have hope that our WORLD might be a better place than the previous year, but that too is a hope never comes to fruition. Some things are supposedly better than the years before: for example: we have better technology..but with that comes its own devils. Nearly everything has a trade-off That being said, I still lift up this prayer for the New Year:
For the sad, may they find joy.
For the poor, may they find sustenance.
For the lonesome, may they find a friend.
For the infirm, may they find healing.
For the frustrated, may they find their peace.
For the confused, may they find some clarity.
For the weary, may they find some rest.
For the lost, may they find their way.
For the broken, may they find resolution
For the grieving, may they find closure.
For the repentant, may they find forgiveness.
For the oppressed, may they find justice.
and for the abandoned, may they find community.
Maybe WE can help….Its a simple concept, really. I look into the face of my rescue dog for example. I allegedly saved HIM. Dumped by his owner into a shelter, left with a sheet of so-called transgressions of WHY he was being left, and no voice of his own to prove or deny them, he came into my home. He has blessed MY life. That list of transgressions? All lies.
Everybody has a gift, or a passion for something. It doesn’t have to be HUGE in a singular sense, but if a million people did one small thing for another person, or an organization, or WHATEVER…each week…..that is 52 MILLION improvements to this planet, that wouldn’t have existed otherwise.
On Christmas eve, after our service, the 6 of us was hungry and noticed the 24-7 restaurant up the street was open. We stepped inside for a bite. Our waitress looked to be 19ish. She was friendly and we started a small chat with her. She said she was supposed to get off a couple of hours ago, but they were short staffed so she had to stay, so Christmas will have to wait a while. She never complained, and did her job splendidly. We paid our bill and collected money from all for a tip. We wrote on a napkin. ” Merry Christmas..better late than never”..and left her $ 35 in tips. We didn’t plan it. It just sorta happened…the right time and place. None of us got to see her face when she opened the note, but maybe that can be 52 Million minus 1 .
Happy New Year, Feliz Ano Nuevo! to everybody!