Aspirations. . .

Someone told me to write about my aspirations for the coming year instead of my goals. I don't really know what the difference is between aspirations and goals except maybe just the way that they are worded.

So what are my aspirations to have a nice house, a house that is warm and inviting. A house our children don't need to be ashamed of and a house that I wouldn't have trouble inviting anyone into.

I want my family to be full of joy and love for each other and life. To always be trying new ways to grow as people and find their own purpose, a family that will constantly amaze and endear me that I will never be ashamed of. A family that does things together like eat at the kitchen table, or go on trips, vacations, walks to the park. A family where we all want what is best for everyone else in the family and seek to do what we can as individuals to bring that to the table. I want a family that wants to help others. I want to be the house that all the neighborhood gang hand out in.

I desperately want to be healthy. Not to have one or two good days a month but to have one or two bad days a month. I don't want my kids worrying that I have taken a turn for the worse if I sleep in one day. I don't want to be a mother who is unable to be 100% there for her children at all times. I want to be a mother they can rely on to fix their cloths, help with school, prepare food, teach them responsibility, take them on trips or walks, a mother they can come to when they reach those points in their life where they are struggeling to keep their head above water. I want to be a mother who brings joy and love to her family, not chaos, strife and misery.

I want to help my children find and fulfill their purpose, their passion. To be able to help them see it clearly and help them find ways to fulfill it. I want them to be able to come to me with their tears and broken hearts when everything seems wrong instead of being afraid of me.

I want to be able to have dreams, passions and a purpose of my own that doesn't include just being able to get up in the morning or just surviving another day; when 24 hours seems to short a time to finish what I want to instead of to long a time to just survive.

I want to laugh like I used to laugh and feel pretty. I want to go on dates with my sweetheart and dance and sing like we were kids again instead of spending every waking second discussing how to survive the next 24 hours without a mental breakdown of some kind.I don't want to be afraid of life anymore, or people, I want to be able to embrace it in it's fullness and race into it full of hope and joy. I want to find joy again.

I want to rediscover my God and my relationship with Him. I want to feel His blessing on my life and feel full of the Holy Spirit. I want to know Him better than I know myself and be confident in the decisions that I make where God is concerned. I want to serve Him with my body, soul, and spirit, and minister to others who are broken and bring healing to them.

I want to be able to help others find their peace with their Maker, and know their Creator. I want to help others find the joy that I know and seek as well. I also want to be able to move forward in His will, my heart in His hand with all knowledge that as He goes before me, He will protect me and the ones I love, He will guide us and lead us into His purpose and plan.