- When I was in about 5th grade, my dad and I took a winter road trip, just the two of us, to visit his family in Wyoming. We were traveling in our older diesel car and it’s engine gave out. I remember being awoken by Dad saying, “Katrina, get your stuff, we are getting in a tow truck” or something close to that. I’m sure from his perspective the situation was not so pleasant – there was a big snow storm happening, we were on the side of the highway away from home, it was gonna cost. To me, however, it was a grand adventure! I grabbed my blankey (yes, still sleep with that same one!), shoved it inside my coat, and headed into the unknown-to-me-I-grew-up-in-the-desert snow and stepped up into the exciting carnival ride, aka the tow truck.
That night we got to sleep in a hotel and eat breakfast out the next morning. Both unusual and exciting activities to me! Not to mention I was getting to do it all with just my Dad. “Quality time” is one of my main love languages, after all. (As is “acts of service” which I would say room service and waiters fulfill quite well!) I thought it was a marvelous time and was not the least bit sad or worried about our car dying. I never once thought about how it would all work out, I just enjoyed the detours.
Perspective. It makes a huge difference.
Faith like a child, that is what we are called to have. I believe that is because it changes our perspective. Childlike faith allows us to look for or expect good out of hard and terrible situations, to believe that what we see in the physical is not the only thing happening behind the scenes, and to know that a God we can’t see is with us, not just some distant being unfamiliar with our struggles. It gives us the security that we are taken care of, no matter what. And it gives us a child’s perspective on every day happenings – my 3-year-old would think it hilarious if milked spilled. No crying over it for him. I need and want his perspective on life and the perspective I had on that winter day with my Dad.
The past two years of silence from me on this blog have been filled with some trying and wonderful moments. A hard pregnancy with 13 weeks of IV’s, the perfect and beautiful water birth of our baby girl, postpartum depression and learning to adjust to life with 2 children, husband promoted at work and started a new business, major tragedies in friends’ lives, relational struggles, marital struggles and so much more… but as I begin 2017, I am beginning with a new perspective, in my journey of faith, that God brought forth through all of these situations: humility.
Humility changes absolutely every single area of life.
It makes life not so much about me anymore. It causes me to react differently, to think differently, to plan differently, to feel differently. Humility is a new perspective for me, which is humbling even to admit. So I am excited for this year as I relearn how to live. I will be taking more cues from my children (minus the temper tantrums and a few other things) and less cues from society. Not unlike that cold night I spent at the hotel with my Dad, this was not planned and the circumstances were not ideal to get here, but I’m glad I’m here. And I’m excited for what lies ahead. I’ve got a lot to learn and practice this year!
(What one word are you focusing on for 2017? You know mine, I’d love to know yours! Share in the comments or send me a message.)