Goals – why I’ll be being brave in 2017

My favourite place to sit and contemplate the world going by is on the floor of my bedroom; back pressed up against the bed, making the window just the right height to frame the sky. I sit there a lot like that, often when I’m looking for a little piece of my own peace and quiet, or need some way to frame the day and put it all into perspective. Often with a notebook and Bible in hand, it’s where I do some of my best thinking and praying, thoughts rolling quietly around my brain as the clouds roll across the sky outside.

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So it’s the beginning of the year, and January rolls across our lives like those big fat clouds roll across my window pane, and Blue Monday rolls right into us and for some, it knocks the wind right out of our sails and for others, we sail right on regardless. It’s a time of resolutions and plans for the year ahead, of goal setting and re-evaluating; some more out-loud and conscious than others, but we all do it I think – hopes, dreams, plans pinned out there on the line, flapping gently in the breeze, clouds rushing by overhead.

My plans this year are big. Audacious hopes that frighten me as I whisper them out loud, slowly, to the people I trust and love. What do you do with plans so big that they threaten to scare the very living daylights out of you? Where do you start when the dreams overwhelm and loom large and what if I fail? What if I don’t make it and now everyone knows and how will I deal with that disappointment? 

I whisper it in the dark. Disappointment.

Isn’t it the very thing that makes us all keep our dreams hidden down there in the dark? Frightened that if we bring them up and into the light they will crumble in our hands, leaving nothing but dust and ashes and that bitter taste of disappointment in our mouths? Frightened that we will disappoint ourselves, that others will be disappointed in us, that we won’t be enough for them to love regardless, that we won’t be enough for God to love if we aren’t good enough to meet our goals and if our dreams don’t come true, what then?

Our goals can help us aim straight, channel our energy and our time and our passion. They can help us focus and cut out all that hinders and distracts. Or they can overwhelm us, frighten us with their prospect of failing, of falling short, or disappointing.

And we chose. We chose to move, or we chose to stay. We chose to bring our hopes and our dreams and our goals for the year out into the light and let others help and cheer us on, or we choose to hide them away, frightened of others’ reactions and our own fear of disappointing ourselves and them.

This year – 2017 – I chose the former. I am choosing to share my dream – my goal for the year – with a trusted few and with you, my online community of cheerleaders and readers and people that encourage me with your support and friendship. My goal for 2017 is to write a book. A story of a family that was busted apart but that came back together again. That was broken in the most horrible and terminal of ways but that was healed and restored and so much more. It’s my story – the story of my family. Some of you will know it in part, have heard bits of it spoken either by me or my lovely Mum or Dad. And I’m hoping this year that as I journey through the dreaming and the writing and the worrying that I will disappoint you, or me, or God somehow in the process of telling it, that I will be brave enough to tell it well, and confident enough to know I’ve done my best, which is all any of us can do with the dreams we have in our hearts.

So next week I will be letting you in on a sneak-peek of the story. I’d love your thoughts and comments. And I’d love to know what dreams you are holding in your heart this year. Let’s share them as a community and encourage one another in love!

And to inspire us to be brave, here’s one of my favourite quotes. It’s by Marianne Williamson, and spoken by Nelson Mandela on his inauguration in 1994:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

A mid-life appraisal

We stood in a field on Sunday, the sun shining over the ocean behind us. This singer, a preacher-man, a pastor who has loved Jesus since he was a little boy stood before us and told us his truth; spoke over us of pain and struggle and hope and restoration; of being repaired and made new by the maker of all things.

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He looked us in the eye and asked us this one question:

‘Are you where you want to be right now?’

The sun shone and the sea glistened with the heat of the question rising right up off it. Waves beating back and forth on the sandy shore.

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Am I where I want to be?

Do any of us even know where that is?

Do we stop to take the time to look, long and hard and honest, into the soul of who we are?

Because, you know what? We only get one chance at this thing here called life, and that’s the cold hard truth of it, no matter how it makes us feel.

We get up, we work, we play, we take kids to school, and cook meals and hang out laundry in the sunshine. Clean carpets and bathrooms and walk dogs and tend gardens. Watch TV and read books, eat, drink, chat with friends and tuck children into bed. And before you know it, the years are pelting past at high speed, those big digits coming round faster than you’d ever thought they might and the question still looms; hanging over us, it’s silence getting louder and louder with each passing year.

Am I where I want to be?

Not yet.

Not yet comes the whispering answer to the loudest question I ever did hear.

I have carried around with me this dream to write for more years than I can remember, and yet writing – actually sitting down and putting words on a page – was a non-existent part of my everyday for too long. There were many different reasons why over the different seasons of my life – young babies, a career in the city, time, energy, motivation, confidence, training; We can make all sorts of excuses – of varying shades of validity – but the honest truth is this: we will be what we do with our time.

If I want to be a writer, I need to make time to write. If you want to be a golfer, get out there and hit a ball round a green. My gorgeous, brave friend is just about to return to study; she knows the sacrifice to her and her family over the next 3 years will be significant, but she can see where she wants to be and how she must get there.

So whether it’s art or music, learning that language you’ve always wanted to learn or wishing you knew your Bible more; whether it’s being more patient, kinder with your kids or your spouse, or whether it’s getting up early and spending a few quiet moments in careful contemplation before the day begins, many of us have ‘some place’ we aspire to be that we’ve not quite reached yet. Many of us have hopes and dreams stashed quietly away in our hearts, and when we’re brave enough to peek in, so often it can look like we’re a million miles away from ever being where we want to be.

And the danger with that, is that we can let the discrepancy become discouragement. That instead of it motivating us to make a change, we become despondent and discouraged, wallowing in where we are now.

If you’re feeling that today, know this; this was never meant to be the end point. Only a place on the path along the way.And wherever we end up, and however different it looks from where we thought we’d be, there is always HOPE and there is always RESTORATION.There is always more to come.

There was a story once of a young man who left home. Irresponsible and rash, with a pocket full of dreams but little wisdom or maturity to guide him, he took his portion of the family inheritance and lived hard and fast. But when the money ran out and the friends ran away, as he lived on some-one else’s land and worked for food that barely filled his belly, he remembered who he was and where he came from. Returning home to beg mercy and a decent job from the Dad he had left so hastily, his Dad saw him first and ran to him. He hugged him tight and threw a party in his honour, his Father’s love covering over all that has gone before.He spoke truth over him as he called him his son still, and spoke hope and restoration, as he called into being that which was not yet.

(The Prodigal Son – The Bible, Luke chapter 11)

While we’re still breathing, there is still time; time a plenty to make a change, to turn vision into reality, to take the next small step along the way to becoming who we want to be. Whether it’s a full 180 degrees like that boy back there, or just putting a little more time towards the thing we’re still longing for, restoration and hope are never out of reach. The secret is to keep the pleasure in the here and now, whilst still reaching out for the what is yet to come…

‘Keep your fingers on the near things, but your eyes on the far horizon’  Anon

I’d love to hear the things you’re still hoping for and how you’re going to make them happen… you can share them below and we can encourage one another to keep chasing after the dream!


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Finding your focus – when the new year doesn’t seem to start with a *bang*

So, it’s Day 2 of kids back to school and me attempting to get back to normal.

Weeks of Christmas excess and family staying. Kids off school. The lovely rhythm of lazy mornings and no schedule. It’s been awesome. And then suddenly – bang – it’s January. And you realise how much hasn’t been done over the holidays and quite how much you’ve got to get back on top of. Today.

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I don’t know why, but this year, I’m finding it hard to get back into the swing of things. Normally, I love this time of year. I have my own little new year’s ritual that usually sees me through: a new journal (especially when it’s a lovely new leather fairtrade Nkuku one from your best friend), a bit of quiet time to think about the year gone by and my hopes and dreams and prayers for the one to come. Some time to write it all down, think, pray, read it through.

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And I love this process. I am a clean-sheet kind-of girl. A quick stock-take, a fresh look at things, some time to set some goals and targets and I am good to go.

But the problem – probably for many of us – isn’t the reviewing, or the contemplating, or the dreaming of what is to come. It’s in the actual doing. I’ve set the goals and dreamed the dreams and written the to-do lists. It’s time to spring into action!

Only I don’t feel so springy today. Or yesterday.

The house is quiet and I have the time and space to get on with the things I know I need to get done. But the words won’t come out. Thoughts run circles inside my brain and continue to career off at crazy tangents (I have looked at some random things on google these past couple of days.) I have this funny image in my head of a cartoon me attempting to lassoo all these stray thoughts back in and whip them into some sort of order.

So it’s a slow start to 2015 for me. Perhaps it is for you too. With so many dreams and plans and hopes in my head, perhaps it will just take a while to settle into a rhythm. Perhaps it’s just one of those moments where you need to cut yourself a little slack and stand up and walk away from the desk for a moment. Turn off the computer and ignore the to-do list and breathe deep. Move away from the desk and look up at the blue sky.

Whatever it takes, today I will mostly be remembering that life is a marathon and not a sprint (tweet this) and endeavouring to be kind to myself as my mind slowly kicks back into gear (I hope!) and revs up to the challenge of 2015.

P.S. If you haven’t got around to it yet, there are a whole plethora of inspirational tools and blogs out there to get you going on your New Year stocktake (should you wish to do one!) Here’s a couple of quick links to two of my favourites:

1) Jennie Allen’s Dream Guide. A free tool that helps you review 2014 and dream about things to come this year.

2) Oneword365.com – If new year’s resolutions are too much for you, try picking just one word for your year. And connect with other people who have also chosen that word.

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How to start the New Year right

You might have gathered from my last couple of blogs that I LOVE Christmas. And in recent years, I have discovered a new and even greater love of the advent season – the exciting, expectant, waiting for Jesus’ birth and all that it entails. A few precious, fleeting weeks of quiet and focus before the madness and chaos and family and presents and food…. oh, so much food.

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And then.

And then….

The space, the yawning gap between the party season come-down and the hope and optimism of a new year dawning. Awash with resolutions, goal-setting, targets, focus, determination. Lists of things to be accomplished this year – weight lost, health regained, books read or written, hobbies perfected, races run, adventures had.

Now, I love a goal. I do that stuff. I firmly believe that being intentional about something – whatever that is or whatever getting there looks like to you – is key to making any change real in your life.

It’s just that this year, I think I have found the transition between the moments harder, more stark.

You see, Advent – for me anyway – is about just my favourite time of year. It’s 4 weeks of preparation, expectancy and quiet contemplation before the mayhem arrives. It is, by it’s very nature, all about Jesus. Totally, 100% focussed on the amazing miracle of the God-baby, the divine in human form coming to earth.

And then it’s gone. In one day and a mountain of wrapping paper and turkey bones, it’s all over and we are hurtling towards the Next Big Thing – New Year.

The tweets, the blogs, the chatter around me – thoughts turn from talk of the Messiah to resolutions, goals, targets for the up-coming year. Of course it’s natural and normal and completely OK. Perhaps it’s just something that God is whispering in my ear this year.

Don’t let the magic slip away too soon.

The awe, the majesty, the beauty.

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There’s nothing wrong with a bit of psychology, a self-improvement book or wanting to take the new year by the horns and do something. But this year, my heart wants to linger a little longer. To hold on to the beauty and majesty of advent. The peace and purity of Jesus and all that he did for us when he gave up heaven and came to earth as a tiny baby.

Because it is there – in Jesus presence, in worshipping at the feet of the God-baby – that I actually find the strength to really change. Not in to-do lists or resolutions, not in trying to be more determined to be better this year. To read more. Memorise more scripture. Be a better Mum. It’s not that I don’t want to do those things – God knows I want to be more. It’s just that invariably, when I drag my eyes and my heart away from just looking at Jesus, I manage to mess it up. I put expectations on myself that I cannot meet. And as Ann Voskamp once said “Nothing kills joy more than expectations.” In short, I try to do it myself, rather than letting Him do it in me.

So as we enter 2014, I don’t want to hurry to look forward this year. I want to keep looking back. Back to advent, back to Jesus. Back to the purity and simplicity of the miracle birth. God become man. God with us. Immanuel. That timeless advent story that never changes. Our great and awesome God who is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. That’s what changes us.

And so whilst the New Year and it’s wide open gates of new beginnings is enticing and optimistic, and the chance to start over again is something we all need everyday, actually that grace is something we all get everyday already in Jesus. If only we’ll keep our eyes on it.