One of my life songs is “Here Comes the Sun” by The Beatles. Several years ago, I was on a small group retreat where we each picked a song to share that had meaning in our lives. I had gone through a good amount of healing with these girls during this particular season of life and was finally able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Thus, the lyrics to “Here Comes the Sun” felt very fitting.
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right
Last weekend I was fortunate enough to get away for a refreshing weekend with three close girlfriends. As I was out to lunch enjoying a mimosa, I suddenly noticed ‘my song’ playing. How appropriate, I thought. Here I am, about seven years later coming off yet another hard season, this one due to riding the exhausting yet exhilarating roller coaster we call ‘parenting small children.’ Once again, though, I can see that light. My “sun” is around the corner peeking through. The kids won’t always be this small. The baby stage is slowly slipping behind us. Life will never be without its challenges, but it seems the ice is slowly melting.
With the New Year now here, resolutions and goals are all around us. I’m one of those who doesn’t do much in the way of setting high expectations for the coming year. Instead I view it as a clean slate, which I admittedly love. Who couldn’t use a point in time to start over in many ways? It feels so cleansing to look behind us but also to look ahead to the blank page that is 2015.
I start this year not with a goal in mind or a list of ‘to-do’s’ or lofty expectations of what this year may bring. Instead I begin it with simply one word: BELIEVE.
My word of the year.
I often struggle with negative thinking and I’m continuously conscious of attempting to change those thoughts. This one word is pivotal to shaping the direction of my days.
Believe what? Believe who, you ask?
Believe in people’s best intentions. Believe in myself and my dreams and my passions. Believe this life is a beautiful blanket of memories and moments woven together over time.
Believe that lifelong goals will someday become a reality or seeds will at least be planted this year.
Believe in answered prayers. Believe in the most desirable outcomes.
I’ve realized that even during prayers, if I believe God is working on my behalf to answer them or provide a solution, I’m so much more thankful and patient as I wait. Thanking Him and trusting that He has it all under control is half the battle. It makes me feel more confident in the end result instead of worrying myself to death about all of the other possibilities.
I’m believing my kids aren’t trying to grate at my nerves, but really need me and are curiously exploring the world. I am believing tomorrow is always a new day.
I’m believing I am the best mother for my children. Believing in my husband and his practice.
I’m believing there is not always a motive behind every move people make.
I’m choosing to meditate on this word and let it guide me this year. Belief helps counteract any self-doubt I may face and that’s a huge positive. It helps me see the best in people all around me and most importantly, the ones I love most.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.