We’d talked about it lately. My one word for 2014.
After a few days Jeremy asked, “So, what’s your word for the year?”
Sigh. Pause. “Prayer.”
Jeremy’s response, “Seriously Tiff?”
Yep. Prayer. Jeremy knows I wanted a better word. Last year was grace. I was thinking 2014 would be more along the lines of peace, joy, trust.
But prayer? What?
I told God no. That word wouldn’t do. It sounded so old school. So…not me…and not 2014…and not something I want to admit I’m pretty pathetic at.
But prayer it was. And prayer it is.
So I’m refocusing. Praying because I need Him not the stuff I think He should give me. Praying because I’m loved not because I want Him to love me. Praying because talking with Him should flow naturally from my soul.
Prayer. My word for 2014.
“I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears.” (Psalm 34:4)