I’m linking up with others over at Only a Breath with Melanie and others. Why don’t you hop over there and see what words others have chosen and offer them some encouragement?
Honestly, I feel like I haven’t done all that well so far with my word. I am making progress, but it is slow, and I find myself so often forgetting it. This week I finally made a canvass for my wall with my OneWord “Rest” to act as a daily reminder.
I find myself sometimes using my word as an excuse. “I should just spend today at home… and it’s ok, I’m resting”
But rest does not mean lazy. There is a line between resting, and being lazy. And drawing that line in the right place is hard. Trying to live that balance is not easy, and I am still learning.
Rest is more than just physical though.
It is emotional, allowing yourself to step back from situations and have a break, to allow yourself time to work through emotions, and find the rest that comes in the processing.
It’s mental, allowing your mind time to shut off, not work, not plan, not make lists, not hold information in your mind, not process, not do anything. It’s spiritual, allowing time for your soul to breathe, finding time to rest in His sweet presence, to let go of the doubts and questions for a while and let the flicker of faith take over, to know He is God and I am not.
Rest is so much, it applies to all aspects of life, all aspects of our being.
I am learning to find time in each day to rest. To sit and be still in a moment. To rest in Him, in al the busyness to still be aware that He is holding me, and carrying me, and in control. To remember it is not in my strength, but in his. To rest knowing He is being strong.
I am learning to savour the quick, quiet, still, moments in between tasks, meetings, jobs, chores, people. To grab the 2 mins, and to make the most out of it. To put everything down, to breathe, and to do whatever I need to do the most with my Saviour, cry, talk, whisper, shout, be still, listen, feel. Rest with him, for those moments, and let them refresh me.
Regular rest interwoven into my everyday life.
Last month whilst I was traveling I read “Unglued” by Lysa TerKeurst. I highly recommend it, if you haven’t read it go and get a copy. Chapter 11 is entitled “My Soul Needs to Exhale” The whole chapter is so good. Let me leave you with two quotes that challenged me. And in the next 4 weeks I am going to work on setting myself a Sabbath, and working out what that looks like in my life.
“Sabbath is a time set aside for my soul to breathe. Really breathe. So much of my daily life is inhaling, inhaling, inhaling – taking so much in and holding my breath hoping I can manage it all. But we can’t just inhale. We must also exhale – letting it all out before God and establishing a healthier rhythm by which to live.”
“In a sense I take this one day for a soul cleaning so I can live the other six with the freedom to breathe that my soul so desperately needs. Freedom to breathe. Space to breathe. Inhaling and exhaling in a gentle rhythm set by God. “
Here it is… the post you’ve all been waiting for…
My OneWord for 2013 is…
This word has been pulling at me since November, and as much as I tried to escape it, it stuck to me. So here I am having been chosen by “Rest”
I have no idea what the year will hold, nor how this word will play out in my life, not do I know the lessons that I will learn along the way. What I do know is that this word will teach me lessons, both easy and hard, it will shape my year, and it will no doubt take me on a journey far different than that I could imagine now.
I will be updating on my OneWord each month on the 15th and linking up with Melanie at Only a Breath. I look forward to sharing with you all.
Do you have a OneWord for this year? I’d love to hear it.
This is my OneWord round-up from last year. I’ve been thinking about it, and attempting to write it for some time now, and finally I have sat down determined to actually write something.
I am giving myself grace, this does not have to be perfect, it does not have to be eloquent, it does not have to paint to full picture. I just need to write something, and whatever is said will be enough. So here is goes…
Trust. I am so sick of that word. It has followed be around like a lost puppy dog. It found me last December, though I wanted another word, I reluctantly accepted it. As the year wore on I embraced it. Yet still there were times when I willed it to be banished from my mind, willed it to leave me alone, yet it stuck, and it stuck close. Trust. I know it’s a word that will be with me now forever, it has become an intrinsic part of my thinking, and yet I am ready to let it fade a little into the background. I am ready to pick up a new word, friend of foe, I do not know, I imagine it will flit between the two, but I am ready.
My initial thoughts at the beginning of the year were this:
“Trust, trust God to take care of your future, and trust Him to lead you into good things.”
I wasn’t entirely wrong. Part of this journey of trust was to trust him with my future, and by future, I mean next week, or the week after.
There was more than that though. It was to trust God in more than that. It was to trust that even when things seemed to be bad, when it seemed he had led me into horrific situation, that there was still hope, that it would be for good, and there was beauty being formed.
To trust that in bed ridden sickness there was hope
To trust that where there was nothing He would provide
To trust that even though I couldn’t hold on He was strong enough
To trust that in total uncertainty He had a plan
To trust that when I fell He would save
To trust that when things seemed to be going from bad to worse He was in control
To trust that when all else failed He was enough
To trust that from the ashes on which I sat beauty would rise
To trust that He loves me, is holding me, is leading me, is saving me, is growing me, is preparing me, is watching me, is forgiving me, is delighting in me.
To trust that He is everything, and He is enough.
It wasn’t just trust in God though. I was also trust in others, and trust in organizations, and trust in myself.
To trust others, to be vulnerable with them, to allow them to see my hurt and pain, to see my heart, to see what was behind the shell I normally wear.
To trust they intended good for me, to trust they wanted to help, to trust that they cared, to trust they would not abandon, to trust they would not gossip.
To trust organizations, to trust they mean what they say, to trust they are listening and obeying God, to trust they care, to trust are honest, to trust their failings are not intentional, to trust they they are doing their best.
To trust myself. To trust that I had the ability to do the ask in front of me, to trust my ideas were worth sharing, to trust my judgement, to trust me decisions, to trust what I thought to be true and right and good.
Whenever things seemed to go wrong, or about to fall through, whenever I was anxious about decisions, or fretting over what needed to be done, whenever I was too scared to share, or felt less than willing, I would hear that OneWord:
Sometimes I chose to listen, to trust, other times I chose not to.
In any event, the word “trust” has shaped my year, and helped mold me into who I am now. I am still learning, still having to choose in each moment, this word will be a part of me now.
For this year, my word is totally different, I’ll be sharing with you soon.