Surprised by Joy

It has been a busy few months around here — mind you, when is it not busy for us?  I have had several posts maturing in my head, getting married and settling down to have baby and grandbaby posts, yet not actually getting to the point of being written…  The net result being a sadly neglected blog.  Oh well.  It’s 3rd January.  Or January 3rd, if you prefer.  New year, new start?!  (I’ll not mention the fact that my new start involved having to change 1st to 2nd  and then to 3rd because procrastination.  AHEM.)

At this time of year, a lot of people tend to post a review of their year and new year’s resolutions, that kind of thing.  In a lot of ways, our year, quite frankly, was hell on wheels and I don’t see the benefit in rehashing all that.  Though there was that one time that God bought us a car!  Now, THAT was pretty cool!  And I’m not even joking!!  And our first family trip outside of Ireland!  And then the millions of other times that we found ourselves on the receiving end of some unexpected grace which helped keep us focused on what really matters.

One of the highlights of 2018 for me was the opportunity to attend the first ever international Blessed Is She Wild retreat in Dublin back in November.  I booked the ticket several months earlier before I could talk myself out of it, and I’m so very glad that I did.  In addition to catching up with a lot of old, dear friends, I made a bunch of new ones, plus got to actually meet some online ones.  It was a Friday evening and all day Saturday where I didn’t have to be Mummy for a little while, didn’t need to change nappies or brush hairs or line up NG feeds and test aspirates… and while I felt a bit lost without my little sidekick (and perhaps a little guilty for abandoning The Old Progenitor to fly solo with all 5 of the crazies), it was certainly a well needed break from the craziness of everyday life.

On the Saturday, Beth Davis, who was one of our wonderful speakers and a part of the BIS team, mentioned the concept of choosing a word for the year.  I’ve heard of people doing this before but never really felt the desire to do so — it’d just be another thing to decide to do, then forget and fail miserably at before the end of the first month.

Anyway.  I was mulling this over and thinking of examples of words that would work as a word for the year.  Like: Love.  Joy.  Peace.  Patience…  Right, now we’re starting to sound like we’re 11 years old again and listing off the 7 Gifts and 9 Fruits of the Holy Spirit in preparation for our Confirmation…. or is it 9 Gifts and 7 Fruits?  And aren’t they all really cheesy options anyway??  But sure, this whole word of the year thing is really cheesy and I don’t think I’ll bother with it.  But if I diiiid…. I guess I could go for something like Joy…

 

Of course, you know how it goes.  Once I decided not to go for it and absolutely positively not to pick the word JOY, I started seeing JOY everywhere.

Like, it started to get a bit ridiculous.

We still had a couple of weeks of December left and that word started following me around.

So, I guess I’ve got my word for the year then.  And y’know what?  I’m happy enough with that.

Even if it is a bit cheesy.

Pics are either mine or fair game.

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Mummy to 5 wee girls. They're mad, but then again, so are we.
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