choosing my oneword for 2012 has been hard. but not for the reasons you may suspect. i’ve known my word’s name for weeks. fighting it as His choice after the journey i’ve taken with courage. knowing that declaring the word He’s whispered may indeed mean a journey i’m not yet ready for.
my own personal four letter word. found in the crux of the verse He gave my parents for me at birth.
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
truth i love to hate. mind refusing to accept that maybe for the next 365 days, God is asking me to wait. . .
gently nudging my heart to sit down. as he washes my feet. humbling a heart that loves nothing more than control. next steps known. complete with a blueprint.
waiting has implied it’s a state of doing nothing. but that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
waiting isn’t apathetic. it’s active.
my past 365 days required courage to begin healing. it is now time to be still awaiting completion. wounds casted and stitched. but now requiring time. growing stronger where broken. and the length of mending my broken bones isn’t packaged in a pretty six weeks with a stinky cast.
taking a deep breath and ceasing my striving. looking and finding contentment in the now instead of reaching towards the next best thing. watering the dusty ground of my heart. allowing the me He’s created to root deep and grow. cultivating the details my story, heart turning towards His light for what’s next.
racing ahead, wind blowing hurricane-force into the future will uproot the shoot sprouting from the broken earth of my heart. it’s time to prepare the fields. . .
. . .knowing He will bring the rain.
what is your oneword? has the Lord ever called you to a season of wait?