Ready, Set, Go ~ A One Word Reflection
In 2014, my word of the year was REST. Interestingly, one must take action to rest, work to rest, and resolve to rest. In 2015, my word of the year was OBEY. To embrace that word, I had to obey … Continued
‘Obey’ was 2015’s word of the year, and boy are my arms tired
Hello, late December. Christmas is over, the new year is still unborn, so I’m the dry turkey in the middle. About a month ago, I tweeted “2015 has been one giant shit show punctuated by occasional mercy flushes.” I stand … Continued
Rest is Dead, Long Live Rest
2014 is still twitching. If any of us still used checks, we’d be scratching the “4” into a “5.” I have dairy products in my refrigerator that sport ’14 as the year it should have burst into flames, but it’s probably okay. Scrape that part off.
My word of the year for 2014 was REST. I wasn’t a fan when it was presented because it indicated I’d have a trip around the sun devoid of progress. I worried it meant something was looming and I needed to go to bed early, like a child facing a big tomorrow. God’s voluminous sleeves. There is always something up there shaped perfectly to refine, restore, redeem. Eventually, I ran with REST and discovered a deep, rich word… read more
Pardon Me, But Your Word of the Year Seems Really Stupid
Resolutions are out of style. The last time I made one was when I was worried Prince might be right about 1999. Over the years, I’ve read criticisms of resolutions in general. They are the express bus to Failureburg. Most people who permanently change their lives do so not because of a calendar square but because of inner change coupled with strength.
In Christian lady circles, the fashion of the past few years has been to pray about and discern a Word of the Year. This has come to replace the classic resolution. There are numerous websites and bloggers who are determined to help and inspire a woman to discover her personal word. We are encouraged to pray for the Spirit to show us where we will be led in the coming year and what quality or virtue to meditate upon. Normally, this is the type of thing that make my eyes roll enough to carry a rubber raft packed with 16 tourists through a canyon. Class 5. The Spirit isn’t bound by a calendar square, either, but I feel Jesus understands the human squee over new starts because he’s the Ultimate New. He could press a word into my soul on a June Tuesday, but I hope he meets me now as 2015 dawns… read more