I’ve picked a word again this year.
Seven years in a row now, I’ve asked God for a word. I write no resolutions. Just one word.
The way He’s given each word is a story in itself, really. Read the stories here:
- 2010 // o p p o r t u n i t y — that year no one knew how to say when we were (is it oh-ten or ‘ten or twenty-ten?), I hardly knew where I was, new grad that I was. I started writing.
- 2011 // r a d i c a l — because it’s synonymous with Daring (my favorite word of them all).
- 2012 // p r a y e r — failed me. Or I failed it. And I learned therein lies its greatest beauty
- 2013 // r e n e w i n g — plopped me on a dusty path where the sunlight shimmers
- 2014 // r i s e — it became my battle cry
- 2015 // e m b r a c e — it came to mean so much more than I could have known on this day a year ago
I’ve said this for years in a row: I think this year’s word may be the bravest of them all.
I think this year may be the bravest of them all.
In 2015, I edited three books over and over again and held two of them in print. I did not see 2015 coming when I first saw the word Embrace settle into a token-ring I wore all year long. In 2016, though, the series comes to an end.
And a whole lot of other things I may share about soon may see their beginning…
Now here’s my hope and my promise to this New Year…
Do you choose One Word? I talk more about the process in this recent post on Kindred Grace.