As I prayed and looked back on the last few months and considered some things I feel the Lord has been bring me to, I realized what my word was going to be. I was actually reading a book I got for my birthday and the word felt like it jumped off the page. I knew then that it was my word.
Two years ago I decided to pray the week from Christmas to New Year’s Day to see what word the Lord would give me. Two years ago my word was “rest” it was a year I needed to recover and press into the Lord. I didn’t feel to many grand feelings from considering that word but it was a blessed reminder when I started to get angsty.