There is a challenge within the blog community to pick one word at the start of every year.
That word would become the message truth or symbol of the months to follow.
Two years ago the word chosen was grief.
My husband’s mother was dying of cancer and we had many roads to travel within that diagnosis.
Deep sadness followed both of us throughout the months of days and nights and within that process the Lord taught us what it would feel like to let someone go.
Tears are not wrong or bad (against all that I was ever taught as a child) they can be messengers to teach us more about ourselves.
Through the process of grief we learned that we had no control over mom’s disease and her illness was harder on my husband than myself for he would take her to doctor appointments or sit with her as she dealt with her limitations.
I remained the observer.
It was intensely hard to watch and write about the process but I knew it was necessary.
The grief word fulfilled itself that year even after mom passed away.
We said our good byes but the heart doesn’t heal that fast
deep grief takes time.
We will miss her always.
Then last year after spending time in prayer and listening
I was given rest as our word.
Again it fulfilled itself starting with my husbands shoulder surgery, two trips to the ER, cancer removal, shingles, infections, mumps, allergic bronchitis (didn’t need antibiotics) and finally a liver biopsy.
All these required rest and being patient.
The process to seek a word is serious for it usually does come true.
So through prayer I am centering in on several words for this new year.
Each one of them have deep meaning for me.
I am not ready to reveal mine but if you had a chance what would your word for the year be?
