Yes, I do realize it’s more than two weeks into the new year.
I’ve had a few things distracting me from writing. I’ll elaborate a bit more on that in a later post.
For now, I wanted to repent from not living out loud as I truly mean to, and share a bit of what’s swirling around my brain these days: one of my favorite verses, one I have chosen as my focus of this year:
“And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.” Hebrews 12:1b-2a
At the tail end of December, I wrote the following in one of my many lovely journals, gifted to me by those who know me well:
“I find myself standing tip-toe on the edge, peering into the new year, filled with expectation and potential. My job, my only aim and goal, is to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus as he runs before me in this race- pioneering, blazing the trail for me, mapping the route, and perfecting where I trip, run off course, blunder, lose my way. I need to run the race marked out for ME (not someone else), loving and praying for my people, but not trying to carry them on my back, knowing He has them. I will run in my lane, taking my cues from the One who runs ahead of me, trusting He has me just where He wants me in my race.”
The lane He gives me. The race marked out for me. Eyes fixed on the Pioneer and Perfecter.
These are things that will pull my attention, drive my forward momentum, and advise my wandering and distracted heart this year. But how do I keep that focus?
I’ve had a long list of “I will never”s in my head for many years. That list has morphed and changed and amended quite a lot. I once said out loud “I will never move to Texas.” Just about 5 years ago. And here I am, happily a Texas transplant going on 17 months. I said for many years, “I will never climb Half Dome,” but James and I did do that a few years back. I said more than one time “I will never get a tattoo.” Well. Here’s the deal with that.
The day I wrote that bit of rambling earlier in this post was the day one of my dearest friends flew into our lovely state to spend New Years with our family, a tradition spanning many years. The next day we visited Deep Ellum, a fun and artsy part of Dallas, home to a very well known tattoo shop, one where my inked daughter has always wanted to get a tattoo. Well, my son jumped on that bandwagon, sure he’ll get one! And then our visiting friend said she’d love to get a tattoo with the Tysinger kids. So what’s a mom to do? She succumbs to peer pressure, right there in the lobby of Elm Street Tattoo. In the name of Jesus. And gets a permanent reminder of Who is the Pioneer and Perfecter of her faith.
It’s on the inside of my left wrist. This reminder will be before my eyes daily, a new version of how I want to run this race in this new year, re-minded (as in having a new mind) and committed to trusting the Pioneer.