I could fret about this delay in my writing schedule. (LOL! What writing schedule?) Or my looming deadline, or the pending contract my agent is working on for me.
But I've found that when you prayerfully choose that One Word, God has a way of bringing the reality of His Word into your life.
This week's experience reminded me so much of the year that God chose my Word for me. I wrote the following post in January of 2014, little knowing what lay ahead in that year. The ups of multiple book contracts and the bittersweet passing of my mother, among all the other, less momentous happenings through the days, weeks, and months of that year.
Over in Seekerville, where we Yankee-Belle bloggers all met, some of us have made it a habit to choose One Word for the year.
I chose mine in November. I thought about it, prayed about it, saw some flaws in my life I wanted to iron out...I chose "boundaries"...
...but God chose Joy.
You see, over the last few…no, several…years (or decades), I've
let circumstances steal my joy. I don’t need to tell you what my circumstances are – we all have our own – but it started with one devastating event. Before I had fully recovered from that event, another blow came, and then a disappointment, and then a chronic sadness….
I let the events pile up like one snowfall after another, never letting the sun fully melt the old remnants of previous storms before the pile grew larger. Even when the sun did shine, which it does often in my life, there was always a crusty patch of snow in a sheltered spot that never melted.
Lest you think I’m prone to depression, I've always been an optimist. Happiness is easy to find when you know where to look.
Joy, however, can be denied.
Like when you’re recovering from the flu and every deep breath ends in a cough. You can try to fill your lungs with joy…but, oh, the cough. I’ll wait…until later…when I’m feeling better.
The word I had chosen, Boundaries, sought to isolate that old patch of crusty snow…control it…deny it by ignoring it. Joy isn't so gentle. Joy rips into the covering of dead branches and frozen sod, revealing the icy canker, letting God’s grace melt every last remnant.
Once you give Joy access, it can’t be controlled. Joy will refuse to be hidden away behind circumstances. Joy will make itself known, and once known…you never want to let it be stolen again.
So my One Word is bright sunshine, warm rain, the scent of growing earth, bare feet in green grass, and the promise…oh, the promise!...that on that day when all is revealed, when the dark, rotting branches and mold covering my sins is stripped away…Grace will see Christ's righteousness instead.
Oh, can there be greater joy than that?
What does all this have to do with Chocolate Chip Oatmeal cookies?
Years ago, when I was a young mother with one small son, I made these cookies often. Because of my novice helper, I would forgo bringing the mixer out of the cupboard, and do all the stirring by hand.
One of the things I've lost over the years is the enjoyment of those sweet moments with my young children…lost in a concern for mess, and getting the task done, and satisfying clamoring voices.
Letting circumstances steal the joy instead of using the circumstances to magnify it.
Chocolate Chip Oatmeal Cookies
Ingredients (for a small batch - feel free to double or quadruple the recipe):
1/2 cup butter
1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup white sugar
1 egg, beaten
1 Tablespoon water
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
3/4 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 cups quick cooking oats
1/2 cup chocolate chips
Let the butter come to room temperature in a large bowl – and don’t cheat by trying to hurry the process in the microwave! While you’re waiting, read a good book. Or plan ahead of time to make these cookies, and get the butter out while you’re fixing breakfast.
With a large spoon, mix in the white sugar and brown sugar. Stir and stir until it’s all smooth. Now taste a bit. Isn't that delicious?
In a small bowl, beat the egg with a fork or small whisk. Add the water and vanilla, and keep mixing until it’s all combined.
Add the egg to the butter/sugar mixture and stir. Stir until everything is all one happy mess.
Add the flour, soda and salt, and…you guessed it…stir some more. Isn't this fun?
Now add the oats, mix it all up, and finally add the chocolate chips.
Of course you can eat one of them! Eat ten! No one will tell!
Wait…did you forget to preheat the oven? Do it now. 350° is perfect.
Drop the cookie dough onto baking sheets by the spoonful. You decide how big you want them, but be sure to leave enough room between the bits of dough so the cookies don’t all run together while they’re baking.
Is the oven hot yet? Good. Bake the cookies for 10-12 minutes. They should be golden around the edges, and the top should spring back when you touch one.
Let them cool as long as you can (try to hold out for at least five minutes so you don’t burn your tongue on the chocolate chips!), and then take one.
Hold an edge in each hand and s-l-o-w-l-y pull it apart. Catch a crumb on your tongue. Rescue that dripping chocolate. Pop one half in your mouth and savor it.
Isn't
that the best cookie you've
ever eaten?
Now, grab a cup of coffee or tea, have a seat here in the cafe, and join in the conversation.
Have you chosen your One Word for this year? And if you have, has it made a difference yet?
Or, what will you do to keep circumstances from robbing you of joy?
And just in case you need someone to teach you how to pluck joy from the passing hours, take the time to read this. How to Live Outside the Box
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Now that we're six weeks into 2016, how is life with your One Word going?
If you haven't chosen your One Word yet, do you think you might?
