nineteen months of words.
this process has changed me, more than i expected. because i'm not just writing words anymore, composing my own thoughts into sentences strung together with grammar and punctuation.
i've joined a community...could i even say a family? precious ones that inspired and treasure and contemplate and push me upward and onward. fellow artists and soul searchers, those who close their eyes to boundaries and open their hearts to the King.
i never expected this when i first began.
and now, the new year is a mere thirty-three days away. and more words will come.
but God and i are choosing one word in particular for this coming year.
a word for life
for light and for love
for the sake of soul and inhaling the sacred.
before i started reading Mandy's blog, i have never even considered the idea of choosing a word for the year. but as i read more -- this journey of a woman who stepped from existent to artist -- i found my soul being pulled.
it was a tugging at first, perhaps an inkling of whimsy in the idea of choosing a word. because isn't that what it is, i smiled?
and then the tug became a pull. and the pull became a whispered command.
:: choose a word with Me ::
lifting empty palms to Heaven for just one gift. this is radical.
this word is still unknown. my King and i have much to discuss, much to dwell upon, and much to grasp.
i'm expecting change. my journey will be here on this blog, and there in my soul.
i'm following His pull. this still small voice whispering my word to the silence.
oh, i cannot wait to hear.