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2009 is gone, and I have awakened unto 2010. I stop this morning to reflect on 2009 and look forward to 2010. As a matter of accountability, I’ve already looked back at the goals I set for 2009 to see how I did in regard to them. I am pleased. 2009 was a year of continued change for me. Certainly I didn’t score 100% but in my blog, Welcoming 2009, I notice that I gave myself permission to resolve to resolve imperfectly! So I did not fail.
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I made it to the mall today by 6 a.m. Some of the stores opened at 4 a.m., but I was afraid my angel would not be awake by four so I slept in. I didn’t set my alarm clock since I am an early riser. I awakened at 5 a.m. and headed for the coffee. Before 6 o’clock, my daughter Kara Beth and I were at the mall along with most North Alabamians.
Last night, I protested a little. “Let’s don’t go this year. I’m tired. Let’s don’t get up so early. There’s nothing I really want. ….” Kara Beth said, “Oh, Mom, you know you don’t mean that.” And I suppose she was right. I have been a part of the “Day After Thanksgiving” morning ritual for years. I have taught my daughter how to operate in the shopping anointing. It is one of my stronger giftings – you think I jest – just ask my friends. I have most of my Christmas shopping finished by March every year making the most of my dollars. I don’t know if the anointing is receivable by the laying on of hands, but I will be glad to offer lessons to those of you who aren’t as skilled.
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Have you ever heard the old saying, “Me thinks thou doth protest too loudly”?
It’s from Hamlet….
I guess it kinda means this: If you protest too loudly about an issue, it indicates that there is something unseen inside you that you are covering up or perhaps haven’t been truthful about.
I mused on that thought this morning. Last night I was having a discussion with my husband, Eddie, about a situation that is driving me nuts! The details of the situation are mundane, at best. Just not a big deal. Who cares anyway? But I knew that the reaction within me was saying, “There is a big deal within you. There is a reason this bothers you so much.” So I asked Eddie to give his opinion. He had told me this weekend that I was psychobabbling him so I used his terminology and said, “I give you permission to psychobabble me.” Well, perhaps I didn’t totally agree with his assessment but it was a profitable dialogue.
I would love to share the details of the situation so that you could be amused at how insignificant it seems, but the details would identify the guilty – I can’t even tell the story and change the names to protect the innocent as the old television show Dragnet’s opening narration would say: “Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.”
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Memories. Latent within them is the power to reawaken feelings of joy or feelings of great sadness. Memories are not sterile. They are linked to us in inextricable ways. They, at times, have a life of their own. Sometimes accurate and sometimes skewed by our desires or traumas or just our limited humanness.
My trip down Memory Lane began early today as I enjoyed what is my favorite part of each day. There is something about rising early while the sun is just peeping up over the horizon that I love. I feel the potential of the day. Birds are beginning to sing. The world is awakening with hope that the day will bring love and beauty and kindness.
Being raised on a farm, early rising was part of my existence. My dad would walk down the hall toward my bedroom and call out, “Let’s go get ‘em.” He’d rub his hands together as if to say, “It’s going to be a good day.” His voice spoke excitement and his love of teasing and aggravating me. Now “Let’s go get ‘em” usually meant it was time to head to the chicken house to gather eggs (the commercial kind of chicken house with thousands of chickens). I hated that work with a passion. It was nasty, smelly, and completely unpleasant. Many times I vowed I’d never, ever have chicken houses when I grew up – a vow which I’ve kept and one which helped inspire me to go to college! My dad would then give me a little kind shake while I lay under my covers and say, “Rise and shine.” Rising early was non-optional on the farm. The animals rose early and so must we. So I guess the early rising became a part of my inner code.
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