I tell you, I have done this now for years and it is always the same.
My *one word* chooses me, I don't understand it, I am not even sure I like it...then it takes over my life.
Am I talking to anyone?
I think the painful twist in this story is the way I always react to my *one word* -- it is rarely okay -- why do I fight it? This year my sweet word made its entrance (HOME) and I immediately felt like it was a trap. I felt as though my heart's wishes to sprout and bloom included spending more time away from my home (classes, experience, travel!). I couldn't bear the thought of being locked in! So, I agonizing over even sharing my word for hopes that it would change. Please...be something completely different?
Nope. It is...home.
In the past few days I have come to terms with my sweet word, no, more than that, I think I am falling in love. Home has moved into my life. It reminds me of the places I was born and raised. Where I moved to and moved from. Where I loved and where I was loved. Where I have grown, yes, home is always the place for new growth~
And it holds my attention as God's holy dwelling place ~ home ~ intimately in my heart.
His home is my home~
"If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him and we will come to him and make our home with him." john 14:23I am not trapped, I am always home~
So, I have taken these early inspirations and a tiny moleskin book, a bitty-little thing that can fit in the palm of my hand, and I am going to collect *home* treasures. Whatever they may be. And for all the wrestle and spin this word will bring, I will be ready with pen in hand~
How about you?
Do you have a *one word* chosen? Has it chosen you, too?
Are you the kind of girl that responds to this kind of wordy inspiration?
(Past thoughts here~ one word) I would love to see & hear your experiences~
Much love tonight~
in His grace and peace,