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In Every Season...There is a Time to Work!


January, 2013 is closing its final pages.  Soon it will be a brief snapshot in my life's album.

Except for what I have learned and the relationships I have built and the eternal investments I have made.

While I have loved the learning I've done, the classes I've taken and met a few of my goals; what has excited me the most is being part of a group of women who desire to know God more and want to move forward in every aspect of their lives. 

January's focus has been on developing  my mission, goals, strategies and timelines.  I have to finish the work that I have started and finish the goals for January!  It is "go" time!

February's focus is all about my relationships.  

My relationship with my husband and my boys, my family, friends, church, colleagues and neighbors.  My relationship with myself and with God! I will be praying more intentionally and deliberately for each of these areas.  

As we all know relationships do not just happen!  They are either moving forward or  breaking down.  Time, intention and effort are all needed.  

I can't just talk about building my relationship with those I love....I have to do it!   

Some questions I'm asking myself:

Does my husband feel respected and valued?  How do I show that?
How do I love and impact my boys as individual young men?
In what ways can I honor my parents?
What can I put in place to make sure that my beautiful sisters know how I treasure them?
I'm wondering if my neighbors know how much I appreciate them?
And my church family?  Do they know I care?  My youth?  My children's church kids?

I really really stink at this so am getting some things together so I can succeed.  Stamps and cards all together in one place-so I have things ready when I think of a person.  Ideas for valentines day.  Phone numbers all in my phone so I can text my youth/kids messages of appreciation. 

Now-I just have to do them. 

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