I am reading a non-fiction by Debbie Macomber titled, One Perfect Word. I always suspected she was Christian because of the family oriented nature of her fiction work. When I started reading this book I learned of her solid and growing faith.
As a writer, especially as a Christian writer, this book had my attention. Debbie Macomber talks about her walk with Jesus during a difficult season in her life. She shares a story about choosing a word to serve as a personal focus for a year. I took notice of this because I had been doing that for a number of years myself. I haven’t developed this practice to the extent she has, but my ‘word’ for the year usually reflected where my heart was.
For instance, one year perseverance was my word. God used this word to grow me closer to him, to teach me the importance of being diligent and determined. When life gets tough, we pray continually and slog through each day with perseverance. James 1:2-4 became familiar words to me.
Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. (James 1:2-4)
Life has changed in many ways over the past 30 months, but my desire for God and my passion to write have only intensified. A couple years before my husband died, he encouraged me to follow my dream to write. I began taking a few courses and attended a Proverbs 31 She Speaks Conference for writers and speakers. God knew I would need somewhere to put my focus, something to turn to as an outlet if not a diversion. I believe He gave Dave the words that ignited my dream once again.
I decided to have a word a month, because at my age it is wise to cram in as much as possible. A word a year just won’t cut it anymore. This month my word is wait. I tend to get ahead of God, rushing forward when I should sit still and listen. I believe my impatient way has caused me to miss a blessing or two. I am pondering this word, using it as a study guide some days and as a rule of thumb other days.
Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. (Psalm 27:14)
This journey through the vast wilderness of widowhood keeps me on my toes as well as on my knees. If I did not have God to turn to, to believe in, life would be pointless – as would death. I never gave the title of widow much thought before and for the first year following Dave’s death I resisted the title. When I would be asked if I was single I wouldn’t hesitate to say no. It never actually dawned on me that I was eligible to don both of these labels; but it didn’t change who I was, only the adjectives used to describe me.
I could say none of that matters now, but it does. I have to confess that not too long ago I was in a meeting of small group directors and one of the leaders was telling about how their group had taken on a project to take care of widows. Do you know how much I resented this statement? It was simple, it was honest and it was Biblical, but it caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. I didn’t need him to take care of me! Why did I take it so personally? I don’t know. I take a lot of things personally these days. How about you? I would love to hear your struggles or dilemmas. Is there a topic you would like me to write about? Speak out – this is your sounding board. I am listening. If you prefer to email your thoughts, you can reach me at email@example.com
I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. (Psalm 130:5)
Grace and Grins,