Do you remember in January of 2018, when everyone was set on picking their “word for the year”. It was basically the topic of every conversation I had that first week of the New Year. Some picked “peace”, others picked “determination”, and so on. It was something my friends and I all prayed over. What did we want our focus to be for the year? How did we want our 2018 to be different than 2017. Picking a word of the year was the new New Year’s Resolution. I was a fan of the idea. Sticking to a word seemed much easier than sticking to a myriad of resolutions that can quickly fall into the superficial. But, what would mine be? I thought about my life in 2017. After a difficult pregnancy, I had my third baby in the fall. I had been in “survival mode” for quite some time. You know the feeling. Where you’re doing anything possible to just get through the day. Survival mode had marked my year, and I didn’t want to live it in any longer. I was ready for my life to be proactive instead of reactive. I was ready to rise up and live each day on purpose. Intentionally. And there it was. My word for 2018. Intentional.
Keep your face always to the sunshine, and the shadows will fall behind you — Walt Whitman