Food is at the heart of our celebrations. It's how we mark the significant events in our lives: We eat! And we eat the kind of things that leave an impression. Unfortunately, not only on our tongues, but also our waistlines. Thank goodness significant events don't happen everyday.
Take for instance when we discovered Tim had landed a school administration job:
And then to celebrate Isaiah's entry into Kindergarten:
How cool is it that our summer has been bookended by doughnuts and ice-cream? But between all that sugar, there have been some uncertain moments not nearly as sweet. I am incredibly thankful to be settled, still trusting, but at complete peace about stepping out in faith on a new path.
Thinking fondly of my sweet Isaiah boy. Today he began a new path of his own. Today he donned the traditional orange vest to join the ranks of kindergardeners all over our city. He wore it proudly, and totally without fear:
All of these things, from special meals, to special vests, to special backpacks have the power of ritual, the tangible representing the intangible reality; something significant has changed.
When our children are young, we are careful to mark milestones. We take extra care to make sure they know they have stepped across a threshhold, and that it is a big deal. I wonder if we fail to change as much as we age because we fail to mark our own milestones, our own intangible realities that may not be noticeable on the outside but have deep significance on the inside?
I wonder if we fail to make progress in our own transformation because we fail to marry intention with tangible, touchable expressions that keep our new trajectory constantly before us? Sometimes it is the simple reminder that makes all the difference.
I've made my own kind of marker. It's not much. But I see it everyday, and it holds me accountable to the Holy Nudge to start moving in a new direction. No one else can provide the momentum this Holy Nudge demands but me. I know that if I don't keep intentionally choosing to move, the Nudge, and the Dream it represents, will dissipate.
I'm too chicken to wear my own orange vest. Something obvious to everyone. A bright sign post pointing to a new goal. I'm too chicken to held accountable in such a public way, where everyone can ask--Have you done it yet? How far along are you? How is it coming?
In case my own resolve melts, I don't want to be caught in a gaping hole of obvious, having to not only stare down my own disappointment, but everyone esle's too.
So it's enough for me to tape my Nudges to the bathroom mirror, and each day ask myself how I will step out in faith.
I believe this is the stuff new beginnings are made of.