As I mentioned in last year’s“word of the year” blog, sometimes the word is something that just pops in my
head, a moment of inspiration, with no idea how or why. This year’s
word—bloom—turned out to be a little deceptive. I thought it was about
expanding and growing. I had no idea that it would come to mean healing,
recovering from the dark winter of loss and grief. But God knew.
This year, however, I’ve been led
to it as if I’m being herded in that direction.
Servant
Over the past few weeks, I’ve
been working on a book on art and theology. One of the pieces, Esther
Ausberger’s Servant, kept drawing me back. After forgetting to do my morning
devotion, I opened The Upper Room to December 20th…based on John
13:33-35. But when I looked up the verse, there’s John 1:4-5 staring me in the
face: “So he got up from the table, took off
his robe, wrapped a towel around his waist,
and poured water into a basin. Then he began to wash the
disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel he had around him.”
Two
of many.
This is not just about serving
others. It’s about serving Him. Being open to that in ways I never have before.
Challenging myself. Trying new things at His guiding.
Scary.
Taking a deep breath and diving
into the New Year with hope and determination. I suspect it’s going to be a
wild ride.
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