Few of us will ever be called to be the Kelle Hamptons of the world, or the Nelson Mandelas or the Mother Theresas (Not that I am putting them all in the same category). But we are all made in the image of God giving us worth and a voice. Perhaps not an audible voice using language but a testimony through which God speaks: from the child who only lives to be minutes old, to the infant born with a life-altering syndrome or disease to a mother, a father, doctor, lawyer or cultural icon.
I have been given a voice. In the past couple of days I have been reminded of this as I have watched readership grow and read comments from people telling of how my words spoke to them, encouraged them or inspired them. This, my friend, is why I blog. I have been encouraged and blessed by all of you and embrace the
challenge responsibility to use my voice for good. Not to tear down but to build up and inspire: to promote beauty and justice not hate or complacency.
One year ago I wrote this post about living without fear. That was my goal for 2011: to live without fear. I failed. I failed miserably. But isn’t that what it is all about? Failing and then picking ourselves up again. We feel defeat and then try to focus on the good, the things that worked, the parts in which we excelled, the parts we need to improve, the parts that we can change and we go forward into a new beginning, a new year and a blank slate.
I said a couple of days ago that I didn’t have a word, or any resolutions going into a new year but as I watched my four year old son step into Hamley’s Toy Store in London yesterday, I knew what I wanted for 2012. The moment you enter the 54,000 sq foot building, housing 7 floors of toys you are surrounded by music, lights, balloons, laughter and any teddybear/doll/car/train or Harry Potter paraphernalia that you could possibly imagine. Bubbles fill the air, bobbles and gingerbread men dance around your head and everywhere you look there are demonstrators with toys just waiting to be played with. At any given time during the Christmas season there are 350 staff working to make it a place of Wonder.
I want 2012 to be a year of WONDER!
Not in the Hamley’s overstimulated, sugar induced adrenaline kind of way but in the marvelling at the natural beauty of life kind of way. I want to work less at trying desperately to create beauty and instead just take time to wonder at it.
This morning we woke to wind and rain. It was the type of day where one is obligated to stay cuddled up in bed just a little bit longer than usual, taking time to read, to write and to blog. Under a blanket of feathers where my best thinking is done.
Then late morning, after much of nothing, I headed into town, all. by. myself. to get a pedicure. Long story short it is my Christmas present from Ben. I haven’t had one since moving to the UK on a Students’ income and it was a lovely treat! This was followed by lunch “so I could let the polish dry” all. by. myself. Just me, my book, a glass of sauvignon blanc and a pesto panini. After the mad rush of boxing day sales and holidays downtown was finally quiet. In fact, most of the regular market vendors weren’t even back and just a few stalls were there to sell their wares. But amid the empty tents and shimmering streets from the morning rain, my favourite buskers were the centre of attention and playing only for themselves…and me, who they spied pulling out my camera. Their lively melody was a wonder under a clear blue sky.