When I got home from Turkey, the Christmas season waited not. We jumped into parties, gift-wrapping, baking. There were even a couple of relaxed nights by the fire. In a late-night moment of inspiration, we bought $5.00 chestnuts from Wal-Mart and attempted to roast them over...what else? Our open fire. I thought we'd have a precious memory and a couple of cute pictures to show our kids someday. "Look, kids, this is when Mom and Dad had enough time to roast chestnuts over an open fire." But alas, the whole venture was a big fat fail. Maybe our method was lacking, but I think that we had bad chestnuts.
Christmas morning at my parents' house
With Aaron's family on Christmas night
I told Aaron at some point around New Year's Eve that 2012 was one of my favorite years ever. It was. The spring was a season of working, perserving, hoping. In May we got to go on a trip we'd dreamed of for years. July and August took us back to our sweet second mountain home. The fall was a much-needed step away from ministry for me, and I took time to listen. Early November, we ran a marathon together. Two days later, I got to go back overseas and be with my sister and her family.
What a year, eh?
Beautiful Kristen, home from Thailand!
I don't have many resolutions for 2013. In twelve months, I do want to be able to name it a favorite year too. We had a lot of fabulous circumstances last year, but there were seasons of drought and doubt as well. Our Father taught me so much about living FULLY where I am at, in doing the next thing with joy.
I have an inkling that truth will make 2013 another good year.