It happens often. I’ll read about something on Facebook, and then I’ll come across the same topic in a book, only to then receive a blog post about it in my inbox. When this happens, I’ve learned to listen.
Pay attention. This might be important!
Lately it’s been about finding “Your One Word.” It’s a practice of praying or meditating or reading scripture and finding a single word that rises above the rest. When said word rises, you are to focus on it, meditate on it, and try to figure out why it might be your word. Then you can make it like your theme song for the day, or week or year.
The first time I stumbled upon this concept was in a memoir called Found by Micah Boyett. It’s an intimate account of the author’s journey to rediscover spiritual connection and prayer through liturgical practice. She was encouraged during a meeting with her spiritual director to quiet herself and listen for a word from God. Not a profound directive or message, but just one word. Without edit.
Doubting her ability to truly listen and hear from God she wrote, “I begin to form the request in my mind, speaking silently to the Holy Spirit, Will you give me a word or a phrase? I ask. And then, as quickly as the question is formed, I think, Whatever phrase comes to my mind will probably just be me convincing myself that God is speaking. I shake that thought, try to focus. Then I think, What if God doesn’t give me a word at all? Will I just make one up?
She Nailed Me
I laughed out loud when I read this because I would do the exact same thing. I’d have the same conversation in my head and when push came to shove I would make up a word just to be the good student that I long to be. I’d convince myself that perhaps making one up was God’s way of giving me my word, that it wasn’t really cheating.
And perhaps I’d be right.
My First Word
The first time I tried this the word that came to me was Genuine. This made sense because that has been the greatest prayer of my heart in this new year. I want to be genuine.
I want to live without pretense or hypocrisy. I want to be genuine and be genuinely known. I want to reveal my true authentic self to the world, to my family, to my friends, and to myself.
And I want to know, really believe, that my genuine self is good, and right, and OK.
I wrote a whole post about this word. It was a good post. But then, I got sick and never edited it and never sent it out.
This Keeps Happening
It’s so typical of me. I start and stop. I get all motivated and excited and in the groove and then some roadblock makes me sputter to a grinding halt.
I’m tired of it.
Which I guess is why today, when praying for another word, the one that came to me was…FLOW.
Flow: To move along, to circulate, to proceed continuously and smoothly.
I want to stay in the flow. In motion. Unhindered. Moving. Forward.
I’m frustrated by the disjointedness of my life. I keep letting myself get tripped up by one thing or another. Be it illness, or my paying job, or doubt, or rainy days, or Tuesdays.
Life is damning up my Flow.
And I keep letting the rocks pile up. One by one by one.
How do I stop laying them down?
How do I create a more constant Flow?
I don’t know.
I guess that’s why it’s my word.
So I’m going to stick with it for awhile. I’m going to let this one roll around on my tongue, in my brain, on the page, for a while. I’m going to do my best to smooth things out and see where unhindered flow might lead me.
How to you keep life from interfering with your flow?