When I woke up this morning, I started praying.
Not because I’m particularly saintly; it’s just a habit that began back…well, I guess back when the Junior Halls got their licenses. There is something terrifying about a sixteen-year-old behind the wheel. But that’s probably more of a mom thing–I don’t remember Mister Man being very worried–and also because this mom flunked her driving test when she was sixteen and this mom taught her kids to drive. So yeah, lots of prayers were needed.
Anyway, the Junior Halls are well past sixteen now but I’m in the habit of praying before my feet hit the floor. Also, truth be told, I need about ten minutes to ease into the day and praying is just about the best way I can think of to ease into a day. And this morning, I thought about it being New Year’s Eve…the last day of 2019, of the decade, for cryin’ out loud.
Of course, I started with my usual prayers of driving safety for those kids because who knows where they’ll be or what they’ll be doing and NYE can get pretty crazy out there. But then I moved on to all that I was thankful for this year and honestly, it’s not like there was anything stupendous on the list.
No book contracts, no shiny new cars. No lottery wins or hunky dates. Mostly what I got this year was a little peace, a return of joy, and a lot of love. (Remember when I wrote about my words for the year, way back in January?)
Peace. Joy. Love. That’s what I thought about, praying this morning. And now that I think about it again, I feel like I may have been wrong. Everything on that list was pretty darn stupendous after all.
(Happy New Year’s, y’all, and may your 2020–and mine!–be filled with peace, joy, and love! Oh! And for my writer friends, may your writing be filled with sheep! But not the kind you count to sleep. You’ll have to read “Think Sheep! Taking Your Writing Beyond the Expected” over at The Muffin to make sense of that New Year’s tip!)