My word for 2013 was “Joy” as I desired to be joy filled in all circumstances. It was a difficult final year with my Tim battling for each and every day of life, but we succeeded in finding the blessings and experiencing true joy through Christ Jesus.
My word for 2014 was “Rest”. The loss of my husband and solo parenting our children through grief brought exhaustion on indescribable levels. I most likely failed at 2014’s Word of the Year; just keeping it real, friends.
My word for 2015 was “Steadfast”. God had proven Himself as steadfast to me and I wanted to exemplify that steadfast dependability to my children and others who needed stability from me for their own journeys. This was the year we buried Tim’s ashes in the snow on the mountaintop of his favorite place. God’s strength carried me through.
My word for 2016 was “Focus” as I craved remaining centered on Christ and His goodness to us. I eliminated distractions in this year, simplified our lives with a move into our new home, and honed in on my top priority of raising our children to reach their highest potential.
My word for 2017 was “Open” as I longed to be open to whatever God brought for my future and committed to pray daily over myself that God would prepare me and my heart for His will.
My word for 2018 was “Semi-Colon”. Continuing on with my life when I could let circumstances of my past dictate an end to joy, love, and full-on living was a CHOICE. This vulnerability has brought some pain and heartache, along with some personal growth and boldness. I am learning what I want for myself. It is an ever-evolving work in progress.
Five years post loss, empty nest, and best-friend moving across the country…so many changes are coming in the months ahead. Before 2019 ends, I will truly be sitting here in this Edmond home alone. My word for 2019 is COURAGE. May I lean into the One who strengthens me for each day and builds within me for my future that only He knows. 2019 will require bravery, boldness, deep reflection, and discipline; it will demand COURAGE.
True to my Word of the Year, we will be beginning 2019 by trekking back to the burial site of our beloved Tim’s ashes. I will, for the first time ever, be driving the mountain pass (which terrifies me). I cannot think of a better way to kick off this new year with “courage”.