One Word For One Year: Delight
If you saw me right now, you would find me in a midtown hotel room in Quito nestled amidst a sea of concrete. I am wearing one of those white hotel robes, sitting on a giant bed with soft pillows. The January temperature outside is 60 degrees, and the sunshine pours in through all the windows. It's quiet, as much as the double pane keeps the traffic noise from coming in, but my four year old is at my parent's house, so I might as well be laying in a graveyard, I could hear a pin drop.
If this sounds delightful, indulgent even, it's because it is. We could discuss the fact that my parents live 6,000 miles away from us and they relish the time they have with their only grandchild. We could talk about how hard Tim and I work, and this is a deserved vacation. All of it would be true, but I am not about to justify my delight, certain things are because we co-create them into being, end of story.
Not sold? I'm not surprised. Let's take a walk back through memory lane, shall we?
It's been three, maybe four years since I began living a word for one year instead of making resolutions. It looks like this: God (the universe, or whatever you choose to call your higher power) gives me a guiding word. My job is to look for it in every opportunity, apply it, listen, pay attention, and take action, even when it's scary or it doesn't make sense.
Last year BELIEVE brought deep, positive change into my life. I left 2018 with much gratitude, so much love, so many people to thank I hardly have words to explain the impact that following one word brought me. You can dig in the archives of this blog if you want to see deeper into what happened and how. What I'd like to do now is to get to one story that takes us right into 2019 and the word for this year.
Tim looked for a change of jobs for exactly 10 months. He sent resumes everywhere he could and every single time the door was closed. I am not biased when I say that Tim is a great professional, and I reminded him of it when he began losing steam, almost a year of searching can do that to you. I reminded him to believe that his job, the one meant exactly for him was coming, that it would be here at the right time, and that he could be certain it was his because it would be tailored to him. And so it was that on a Thursday afternoon, after an overheard conversation, someone offered him exactly the job he wanted over a cup of coffee, no resume necessary.
This not only reminded me that every no, every door closed, every hurdle is only a detour to the yes we want, but it stirred something in me that had been dormant, a part of me that professionally wanted more. Then came the word.
DELIGHT. And I had absolutely no idea what to do with it.
After a month of soul searching, and annoying my friends with should I, could I possibly grow professionally and what that would look like, I finally had the gall to verbalize my thoughts to Tim in December, in a conversation that happened on a Friday that went exactly like this:
Me: I know that you just changed jobs and we probably need some stability until you are settled, but I have this nagging feeling that tells me I am maybe ready for a change too. I have no idea what that means, but I can't shake the thought. Oh, also, my word for 2019 is DELIGHT.
Tim (being the wonderful man he is): Absolutely. I am not worried about it. If you think the time has come then we will pray about it, we will ask for the way to be clear, and an opportunity to appear.
And so it was that on Sunday, exactly two days after that conversation, without even sending out a resume or telling a single soul, someone offered me a job.
It was the scariest thing to leave my current job and the people I have loved to work with for the better part of a decade, they will always be family to me, but as I said before my job is to take action even when it is scary or it doesn't make sense. As Audrey Assad so elegantly put it: "Faith is not a fire as much as it's a glow, a quiet lovely burning underneath the snow, and it's not too much, it's just enough to get me home."
With that, I will return in a few days to a new year, a new job, a new word to live, knowing very little about the hows of the future, but certain that I am wildly loved by a God whose timing is perfect (whether it takes ten months of 48 hours), whose gifts are abundant, and whose promises are true.
I don't justify my delight for it is created and given with love.