I started seeking my word toward the end of 2010. I usually have a sense of it by December. This time, though, I came up empty. No word. No phrase. I prayed and listened, read Scripture and devotions, talked with friends and family, and...nothing. I've learned over the years that there are times that God is silent for a reason, so I just waited.
Then, in late January, I was in Nashville for meetings at the publishing house where I've worked the past 5 years. One night, as I sat in the hotel room watching TV, something whispered through my heart.
I actually looked around to see if someone was there. Finding no source of what I was sure I'd heard, I turned back to the TV. And it came again.
Get Ready. Prepare.
It was so clear, so definite, that I turned off the TV and closed my eyes. Waiting. Those two phrases echoed through me, over and over. And when I opened my eyes, I knew. I had my word for 2011.
I had no idea for what, but I knew, as well as I knew anything, that was my word. I had such...peace about it. Such certainty. "Okay, God, let's go." I wasn't even sure what I meant by that. All I knew was I was ready to follow. To be prepared.
Good thing, too. Because the ride was on. Started the very next day, in fact. I'll tell you all about it.