A good Word

This weekend was the best- the absolute best that I have had in a long time.  We had a few things planned but we were staying in town for all of it.  Work was mixed with play and it was the recipe for a blissful time with my little family.  I know today is the first day for the Real Simple: Get Real challenge but allow me, for just a moment, to ooze the joy I have pouring over from the weekend.

Here are some sweet pictures captured from the weekend: 

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Also, we were able to go to church together.  We have yet to formally move our memberships since being in Wilmington.  We both love the church we attend, but let’s be honest.  Working every other weekend doesn’t allow for dedicated attendance- and we both need/want this so much.  So so much.  Matt and I agreed to make a more conscious effort to stay in town as much as possible on our weekends off and to invest more into our city, our home, our church this year.  This Sunday could not have been a more perfect time for us to get started. 

Our church commits to adopting one word for the year, either individually or collectively, to serve as a resolution of sorts.  Our pastor even co-wrote a book about it- My One Word.  As you might have read previously, I already have 5 main resolutions so I was not planning on having a word for the year.  Then, as if I should have ever tried to plan otherwise, I was smacked in the face with a word straight from God yesterday.  

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The title of our current series is Risk.  Risk.  A word that keeps me from doing more than I would like to admit.  Matt and I were just (I’m talking just the night before) discussing some pretty heavy decisions that could be made this year- weighing the pros and cons- planning 14 steps ahead.  Literally, two minutes into the introduction to the sermon, we were exchanging glances and smirking.  We left church yesterday and laughed all the way home.  God could not have spoken any more clearly to either of us.

Needless to say, I now have a word, and I didn’t even plan it.  Naturally.  I really should know better at this point.  This word will be staring me in the face at each crossroad this year, big or small.  Do I let myself be paralyzed by the risks associated with a decision or do I let what I know to be true about my God allow me to make a more informed decision?  The more I know about Him and how He is working in my life, the more my actions will be aligned with His.

I encourage you to check out the sermons here if you’re a planner like me, constantly trying to take the reigns and dictate the outcomes throughout your own life.  

I’ll leave you with some thoughts/ quotes I jotted down:

Proverbs 16:9

“God rarely gives me anything more than the first step”

Luke 14

Judges 6/7

“You need to plan; not to control the outcome but to know what the next step of faith is”

Do any of you have a word for the year?  Similar struggle with planning? I’d love to hear your take on this!

xoxo, heather

 

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