I really don’t like New Years Resolutions.
I don’t like this practice of picking myself apart for all that is lacking and making plans to fix it all in one year, with a simple, program. It just doesn’t capture the complexity of being a human being. Change is harder than that.
This year, as a new year dawned, I was lying in my parent’s house, listening to the neighbors set off fireworks, and the gentle breathing of my husband next to me (we ring in the new year with Greenland), I found myself asking God, “What do YOU dream about for me this year? What do you hope for me?” In the days since, one word has become prominent for me. Each application fits soundly into the rule of life that God and I have agreed upon. Each example fits squarely into who scripture has revealed God to be. And there is a lot of room for me to grow, change, be surprised, risk. So, my word for 2014 is:
Honor God in my rhythms of life, honor my body by caring for it, honor community by risking safety, honor relationships by working for them. Honor.
I don’t know where this one word will take me this year. I know that it is from God and that makes it worth following. Perhaps that is honor, too. Honoring intuition as a gift from God meant to lead me closer to God. Hmmm…