This year I really didn’t want to ask. Honestly, I haven’t been sure how well I’m hearing God, and I am tired. The idea of meditating on, absorbing, and fighting for a passage of scripture or some deep revelation or promise left me a crumpled heap on the floor. I really did not have the gumption to be a warrior racing into next year sword raised and expectations high. I really wanted to slide into the New Year curled up under my warm blankets, sheets over my head, quiet, and unnoticed.
So I hid in my spiritual closet. No, not my prayer closet. My hiding closet. The one I go to when I really don’t want to talk to God and I really don’t want Him to talk to me. The problem is He is the biggest nag in the world, and He has no problem with closed doors. He stands and knocks and knocks and knocks. Or in my case, slips little notes under the door in forms of phrases in dreams or thoughts that float through my head or the time that keeps showing up on the digital clocks or…I’m telling you. God is a nag. And if small notes under the door don’t work, He’ll send someone to talk to me, someone I like, someone I like to talk to, someone I look forward to. Someone like Alece Ronzino.
Then last week I was actually reading updates on Facebook when I saw a post by Alece. I like Alece. I like her writing. And God knows that.
In her post, Alece said she asked God for one word for next year. One word. One thing that she could use as a compass for her actions, for the way she lived, for her focus. Just one thing because surely she could do one thing.
Surely I can do one thing.
“God, do you have one thing?”
Instantly, I had the word.
In the next instant, all those little notes God had been slipping under my door became more than random words. They became a command, an encouragement, and a promise.
My word: Courage
The scripture: Joshua 1:9—“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”
The door had been flung open. The Lord stood in the doorway. He spoke clearly, and I listened.
Courage to believe for great things…anyway.
Courage to live as though those great things already are.
Courage to get outside your comfort zone.
Courage to do whatever you fear.
Courage to be the person you’ve always been,
the person I know you are, the unaltered version of you.
Courage to leave every hint of boxes behind.
Courage to believe you are all I say you are and can do all I say you can do.”
One word…but because it’s HIS word, it means everything.