My 2017 goals have taken some sifting, like refining the flour through a sieve in prep for the stirring, mixing, and baking of a load of bread. If I gather up a bunch of supplies in the kitchen to make something, I have to have a recipe, unlike my first baking endeavor.
It was a recipe for Welsh soda bread, pulled from some church missions magazine, if I remember correctly. My mom had maybe half of the right ingredients on-hand. But I was eager and set right in. Not surprisingly, the fluffy bread I envisioned turned out to be a slab of tan rock which tasted just like communion wafers.
I’ve had years a few years like that: flat, hard, with a hint of salt. It took me many many years to master the art of baking a good loaf of bread or a finely sifted cake. In the same vein, I’ve taken the whole month of January to sort out my goals and get into a rhythm before I dared to share them. I even had a dream day, where I set out all my ideas and journals in a little nest around me and sorted through them all. More on that later. The point is:
Good living takes time, friends.
I prefer to call these ingredients (or guidelines) because I’m one of those cooks who never follows the recipe EXACTLY, even in baking. This drives my perfect-cookie-making Type I husband bonkers. I just like to make room for the unexpected!
These are also dreams incorporating my whole life: finances, relationships, family, physical, inward, and spiritual. I use the plural we because these are for my whole little Hubbard tribe.
2017 Goals, Dreams, and Potential Messes
- Develop compassionate hearts with real life skills.
- Make our home a beautiful have full of joy, fun, and belonging.
- Establish regular relationship dates with people we love.
- Fill our lives with more rest so we can have more focus and influence.
- Partner with God in creative risks and spiritual depth.
This afternoon I have every intention of eating a slice of delicious caramel banana brownie (which I did not make, BTW) and reading through a brief scripture with the kids after school. It will not happen exactly how I envision, because nothing does these days with squirrelly kids. That’s good. There’s room for spills and grace and sweetness at my table.
I am certain it will be better than my first loaf of bread, which I think we used as a door stop for a day or two.
What is one of your dreams for 2017? Are you a fast dreamer or slow baker?