Happy New Year! Okay, so I’m like two weeks late, but I have several good excuses, um reasons, for my tardiness to 2018. Obligations both to family and work had delayed me, but I’m here now!
As I reflect on my 2017 one word—brave—I can confidently say God had my back. Several circumstances leap to the front of my mind of how God had strengthened me with His courage. One HUGE example would be the decision we made to place my daughter in public school. I have homeschooled her previously and had been hitting the proverbial wall as to the best way possible to teach her. She’d been diagnosed with autism when she was small, and I’ve been the protective mama bear ever since. Okay, maybe sometimes OVERprotective, but still. It was a colossal struggle for me to shy away and let others help with her education, but I knew God was stirring me, that His hand was on this. He helped me—sometimes through tears—to be brave. To trust Him more. And I’m so so glad we enrolled her. She has the best teacher, an understanding aid, and welcoming classmates. She loves attending her “red school” as she calls it. And I’m thankful that fear didn’t eclipse my faith when it came to this crucial decision. To God be the glory!
Now, back to the present. In regards to this year, I debated back and forth whether to reveal my word. I was perfectly comfortable coddling my word in my heart’s palm, hurriedly tucking it into the pocket of my soul if by chance someone would try to sneak a glance. Why, because it’s personal. It stretches me to trust God more. It nudges me to embrace what He’s been trying to convey to me for years.
My approach to life for an embarrassingly long time had been to just get through. If I can only get through this month. This day. This attitude ranged from the small occasions to the large. Whatever this world threw at me, I would tighten my fist, grit my teeth, and pray that I just. Get. Through.
But God wants me to breakthrough.
So little by little, day by day, I’m going to trust Him to peel the layers from this reasoning and replace each steely shred with a band of truth. That He’s the God of the Breakthrough. He puts me over. He gives me the success. He places in me His very nature, and that’s why I can overcome. And yes, breakthroughs can be monumental, but they can also be slight. I need to learn to celebrate each victory no matter how trivial it may seem. Cultivate a heart of thankfulness. And soar on wings as eagles.
Breakthrough, my friend.
What about you? Do you have one word to carry throughout the year?