Wow!!! What a year it has been?!?!
2009 was a great year for my career and 2010 has been a great year for my personal life. I’m pleased to say that I’ve read the equivalent of at least 1 chapter of The Bible/day this year. I feel really great about that and look forward to continuing that habit into 2011. I definitely left my comfort zone in 2010 and I am thankful for the support from friends and family that allowed me to take some pretty big leaps of faith.
For 2011, I want to be more social, more spiritual, a little more career-focused and more health conscious. January 1 will be my first day as a vegetarian again and I’m looking forward that. I’m starting off the new year with a healthy cleanse and a fitness challenge. BTW, I can’t wait to win the inaugural Graf Fitness Challenge. I’m definitely flying under the radar as a “Kaptain.”
Wade and I talked about our church last night. I was interested to hear that he had never really attended a traditional church; just as I had never attended a non-denominational church, like Gateway. I love our Pastor and could not imagine going anywhere else, but I do miss that magical feeling you get walking down a long aisle of pews and gazing up at an altar with a cross. I also miss the hymns, but I would never trade that for the inspiration and knowledge that Pastor Morris provides.
This got me to thinking about going to church when I was a kid. One of my favorite sounds of all time is the sound of my mother’s high heels in the lobby at church. It was always just comforting. I’d rank it right up there with the sound of her giant keychain jingling in her purse when I would roam up and down the aisles, looking for her at the grocery store. I always asked if I could go look at the toy aisle. She always said yes. When I got bored, I usually found her by the sound of those keys; kinda like a bat with sonar. In the rare occasion that we missed each other, she would have me paged at the check out line. That was always so embarrassing. In fact, I can feel the heat of embarrassment and my face turning bright red just thinking about it.
Back to church…my brother and I had the best time sitting between our parents, feet dangling a foot from the ground. We would laugh until we couldn’t hold it any more and inevitably get into trouble. We couldn’t really talk because the congregation, but it seems like we had our own language and we understood what the other one was trying to communicate. We drew on donation cards and slithered around in our seats. Our poor parents!!!
So, yes, more church in 2011. More work. More fun. More health and fitness. And, most importantly, more love. Here’s to a great year ahead!!!