2015 | savor
to taste and enjoy something completely. to delight in. to enjoy.
I want 2015 to be a year of savoring. Savoring time. Savoring moments. Savoring real life. Savoring both the good and the hard.
I want to savor my marriage. Savor time with my sweet daughter. Savor rich conversations and good food. I want to savor loyal friendships and time spent with family. Savor laughter and tears. Savor time in God's word and savor God himself. I want to savor yesterday's memories and tomorrow's unknown. Savor today.
I wrote the above on January 27th, 2015... when new year's resolutions and the selection of a yearly "one little word" still glimmered with hope and possibility. The idea of a "clean slate" and "fresh start" sparkled like sunshine and glitter. And here we are... half way through the year... June 25th... and I find myself wondering, more often than not, if I'm savoring, or barely surviving?
Yesterday I carried my kicking and screaming tantrun-throwing-3-year-old daughter out of the car while juggling my purse, laptop bag, the previous day's coffee cup, and managed to wave a weak hello to our neighbors. Then once inside, Zara continued her battle-of-the-wills... stubbornly following me throughout the house undoing anything I did... I turned on the light... she turned off the light. I locked the doors... she unlocked the doors. I picked up toys... she got more out. Only to give me that all-too-familiar "I'm testing your limits" look. And test she did.
Did I savor those moments of tantrum-throwing and frustration? No. But I survived them. And then shortly after, my strong-willed baby girl crawled into my lap, tears still running down her cheeks, and in between big gasps of air and heavy sighs, she buried her face in my arm and said the sweetest "I sowry mama." And because I survived the brief moments before, I was able to savor the sweet moments that followed.
And isn't that life? We survive so we can savor... we savor so we can survive?
So maybe it's not Savor versus Survival, but rather, Savor AND Survival. As I prepare to enter the second half of 2015, I'm realizing sometimes our resolutions change and often we need more than one little word to get us through... and that's okay.