A few days ago I started praying for a word for 2015 and was pretty much convinced that it would have to start with a "p" because obviously. Penance? Perseverance? Pickled Pumpkin Pie?
Red buzzer sound.
It turns out that my word for this year is "service" which is...ugh. I mean yay! Blessed are they who trip over wet snowboots in the middle of the kitchen and all that. But really I don't know what it's going to end up meaning. For now it means that when we're about to sit down to dinner and someone says "oh, but I don't have a drink yet!" I won't groan and breathe a deep heavy sigh and the grudgingly, oh so slowly, rise from my seat to retrieve said beverage. The struggle is real, y'all.
|he wears lots of things on his head. poor thing clearly disapproves.|
But then my thinky thoughts, you know how they think. And won't stop thoughtifying. And I wondered if maybe I wasn't being too superstitious. As if God would be like "Welp, the random computerized saint generator program chose St. Leopold. Guess one of your kids is gonna have to die!" or something. He won't and I'm being silly, and ANYWAY, Leopold the patron against the death of children, so maybe Imma play it safe and stick with him and err'body will be healthy and happy when the ball drops again in 35____ something something days math = bad.
Leo, don't let me down, m'kay?
Anyway, he's also the patron of large families (got one o' dem) and stepparents (got some o' dem) and Austria (let's go back to there, shall we? Salzburg, yes. Vienna not so much.) so he and I could totally hang out. Also, his wife's name is Agnes, which is my newest old-timey-name crush. So yes, Leo and I are gonna kick this year's butt together (he was a high ranking member of the military. Kicking of butts is basically his spirit animal).
I'm not really good at making specific lists of resolutions (speaking of which, if you want to risk peeing your pants due to laughter, read Kelly's resolution post. Dying.) but I did sort of make one resolution and I've stuck to it for, like, three whole days now: I will not eat any more Christmas candy.
Easier said than done people, so I will accept your accolades without reservation.
Has the Holy Spirit whispered a word into your ear yet? What about a saint friend to walk the walk with you? And if you made any resolutions yet, how are you holding up? A lot can happen in 6 days, I know that fo' shizzy.