Almost a year ago, I jumped on the One Word bandwagon and focused. Not on being a better mom or organizing my closets or creating a budget (which is what my normal New Year’s Resolutions would fail sound like). Instead, with my friend Alece’s prompting, I listened carefully for one word: one word that would represent what I believed God was calling me to in 2011. For me, that one word was: Joy. You can read back on those posts here. I didn’t blog a ton about it, but I certainly thought about Joy often, reminding myself, disciplining myself, to remember that Joy is not optional for the Christian…it is a trait of our regenerated souls that we must pursue with serious intention. Joy is what sets us apart from those tossed by life’s storms, and Joy is popular. People like Joy. They want to be around Joy. They want to find out where you got your Joy…..Joy leads people to Jesus, especially when it exists outside, or despite, your circumstances.
So as I reflect on a year of Joy, I remember several moments that made my heart sing. I didn’t do Joy perfectly, or even well. But what I feel most about my year of Joy is that I experienced growth. And I think that’s what God was after all along!
(drumroll please):
Top 7 Joy-Moments of 2011:
–A book!
For some, it won’t feel like a long journey. But for me, a shortcut-loving, grade-skipping, three-kids-in-five years kinda girl, working and waiting and working and waiting and waiting and waiting for the right time and the right project and the right publisher was torturous. (the good torture, the kind that drives you to your face in prayer). So that day, when my agent called me (she was even stunned) to offer me the dream-contract with dream-publisher…well, that was some serious joy. And it was made even more sweet because of the waiting, the face-prayers, the wondering if God had indeed forgotten. Indeed he had not. To find out more about the book (coming out in May 2012), read back here.
–Olivia.
After the book came the hectic, frantic ninety days of writing. Amazing to think that all that wondering and waiting would lead to a sprint of a manuscript. And in the middle of that, Olivia. I blogged about her here if you want to catch the story. The story is long and not mine to tell, but Olivia fought hard and I think I saw a miracle. The moment when I went to visit her and she said my name and gave me a hug was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever experienced. I’ll hold onto that moment forever. I’ve never prayed like that for anyone, or witnessed such love and compassion from a family brought together in that tragedy. I love that girl. She has made an amazing recovery and has already been accepted into college. She’s still waiting to hear from her #1 school….as is often the case, I’m finding that much joy is often accompanied by some pain.
–raising nearly 25K for Feed My Starving Children
In February of 2010, I tried to take a challenge I heard about through Keri Wyatt Kent’s book, “Simple Compassion”. I was blogging through a year of spiritual disciplines and the idea of fasting to make poverty more real was appealing. On a whim, I invited blog readers to join me. You can read about that 5 day challenge here. By contributing our grocery money that we would have spent that week, our small blog community donated about $1,000 to Feed My Starving Children, a nonprofit devoted to feeding the “least of these” around the world. So when my entire church took up the challenge during our missions emphasis this May, I was thrilled. The response was incredible. Our community was deeply affected by the simple act of going without, and we raised almost $25,000 for FMSC. Joy.
–holy moments at The Great Escape
In June, I helped lead a trip of fifty middle schoolers to Cleveland, TN, for a week of fun, bonding, teaching and worship with hundreds of other campers through The Great Escape. There is a moment captured in my brain like a picture during that exhilarating and exhausting trip. Being with middle schoolers is a “herding cats” experience 99% of the time, and we had finally ushered them into their seats as one of our meetings began. At some point during the worship set, I turned and watched my group. Tears filled my eyes as I looked across the faces of these little ones unashamedly lifting their hands and their hearts to the Lord. There is something very special about witnessing the next generations rising up to meet the Lord–both the middle schoolers and the college students and twenty-somethings that gave their time and energy as counselors. Deep Joy.
–gospel moments while teaching
This year I had the opportunity to teach in many new places. I preached a sermon, I spoke at a few weekend retreats, I facilitated some workshops. I taught a series to our college students this summer and did my normal thing each week with our student ministry. And as cheesy as it sounds, I experienced God in every one of those settings. God made me to find Him when I ask questions and when I get to share those discoveries. He’s given me a great love for new connections and a joy at encouraging people, even ones I barely know. And I know that He’s done that for each one of us: whether it’s preparing a meal with love or leading a business with integrity or running or painting or holding a baby. Where you feel love–there He is. Where you lose track of time, lost in wonder–there He is. That is sustainable joy, and I’m thankful for so many memories of it in 2011.
–Daily joy moments in mothering
Maybe I chose joy as my word for 2011 because I find myself losing it in the mundane of mothering. Even though my kids are a ton of fun, they are also a lot of work, and at the bottom of it, I’m selfish. I like things my way in my timing and on my turf. Raising young kids has been a struggle! Choosing joy this year, though, gave me enough pause to experience those moments that I never want to forget. Gripping my camping chair in agony as I watched Charlie play goalie and make some incredible saves. Watching Cameron while holding my breath as she performed in her first “mock” gymnastics competition. Trying not to laugh (or cry) when my son Desmond asked the sweetest questions about life, faith and love. I’ve realized that mothers have incredible power. Not necessarily to control their children’s every move, but to bring joy into a home. That old saying, “when momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy…” It’s true. Being a happy mom is a very good thing, even if it takes the power of Jesus to take over my soul and make joy and peace in the midst of the mess.
–Tough mudder
There’s near-death experiences and miracles, ministry, poverty, writing, mothering…and then there’s competition. I don’t know if I should be embarassed to put this on my list but I’M NOT. Tough Mudder was an awesome race and an awesome day. It was so hard! But in the challenge there was team work, new experiences, and pushing yourself to do things you didn’t think you could do. It was cold and wet and dirty and tough and amazing. I could barely walk for four days after. But I loved my team, loved the day, and loved being a part of something adventurous, ridiculous and FUN.
So for now, I’m remembering the year that was and thinking ahead to the year that’s to come. I’m waiting and listening for what God wants to grow in me next. I encourage you to join me, focusing on a One-Word Resolution for 2012. Read more about it on Alece’s blog or stay tuned to add your one-word to our community for 2012!


















