If you’ve been following me on Instagram, you know that I spent Christmas week with my entire family – for the fourth time in thirteen months, the British Columbians and the Arizonans and the Tennesseeans and the North Carolinians have congregated in one location. We spent last Thanksgiving at the Grand Canyon, gathered in May for Gram’s memorial service, celebrated Joanna’s Tennessee wedding in October, and spent Christmas in North Carolina.
At this rate, the next reunion will be in British Columbia. Sounds about right, eh?
You know how some years start with such hope-filled expectancy, seemingly filled to overflowing with promise of potential and delight? Last year seemed to be one of those joyous January 1s, the supposed start of a glorious adventure. Rapidly, though, the year turned sour: illness, loss, sorrow seemed to be the theme.
Through it all, though, this first grandchild of my parents, my brother’s daughter, my very cute niece was our teaspoon of grace. Bringing laughter into tear-filled rooms, distraction to challenging conversations, and cuteness to every photo, she epitomizes what I want 2016 to hold.
A wide-eyed wonder at the world, surprise in the littlest delights, and sprinkling grace in her wake.
I focused on choosing joy last year. This year, I want to enjoy grace.
1 Peter 5:10 And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.
And so, as I celebrate the eighteen months of joy that Ella has brought to our family, I resolve to spend this year purposefully enjoying grace with wide-eyed wonder.