The Gate of the Year

Here it is almost February, and I am just now getting back to our blog! Last year, I simply became too overwhelmed with other things to continue.  But as 2012 was coming to a close, I had hoped that I would return to it sooner.

I love writing!  And I developed some pretty good writing skills in high school and college.   But I get so picky about what to write that I sometimes become paralyzed.   Or it takes me forever!   Hence the delay.   But since Connie brought this dynamic to my attention (thanks Sweetheart!) I am endeavoring to write more often, and perhaps even more from my heart, even if it isn’t “stellar” . . .

We had a wonderful, joyful Christmastime – and on into New Year’s.   Lots of unhurried time with the kids, hanging out, playing games, singing and listening to music, laughing – generally just being together and enjoying one another.   I am sure I am seeing it now somewhat with rose-colored glasses.   Still, it felt a lot like what I imagine heaven will be.  It helped tremendously that Connie and I had agreed beforehand to simplify.    I had also determined that this was precious family time and so had successfully let go of all work concerns during this period.   I am so deeply grateful I did!

As 2013 drew nearer, as is my habit, I increasingly reflected on values I hold dear, people I love, and the teachings of the Savior.   And I thought, “What can I do differently in 2013, that will enable me to do significantly better than in 2012?”   Of course I found several principles which can be applied, but I think the most important principle is encapsulated in these words of a poem by Marie Louise Haskins:

I said to the man at the gate of the year, “Give me a light, that I may tread safely into the unknown!”  And he replied, “Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God.   That shall be to you better than light, and safer than a known way.”

So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night.   And he led me toward the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.

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