Since the beginning of this year, I have been praying that God would give me a “word of the year.” And for awhile, I thought it was grace - as in “My grace is sufficient,” as in finding His grace anywhere I can each day (even if I wish that so many things were different), and as in I need to extend more grace to other people. I do not like the negative way I view people sometimes, quick judgments that I might make about them. And I want to really “see the person behind the snap judgment.” I want to be more graceful in my view of others. So grace sounded good to me. But I was the one who picked that word, because it seemed to fit.
But last night (Jan 28), I was praying again, “Lord, do You have a word for my year or month?” I really wanted to know what word He wanted for me. And just as I finished praying, the word “hope” popped into my mind. “Hope,” it seems, is to be my word. At least for the month of February. (I am trying to ask each month for a new word, as part of my “Chicken Challenge,” posted earlier this month.)
And as soon as I heard the word “hope,” my heart went, Oh, no. Not that one. I was a bit bothered that God gave me that word. (As least I think it was from Him. I am learning to identify when it’s from my own thoughts and when it’s not.)
I know this is going to sound terrible, but hear me out.