Words are incredibly important to me. The power they hold has the ability to breathe life or destroy. The words we choose to use & the order we put them in can determine how we feel, how we move, how we love, and what we do.
Most of my life I have studied words. I’ve learned Spanish & American Sign Language….for fun. I love the way that learning a different language can shape your thoughts. Discovering that the sign for the word “grace” in ASL is actually the word “guilt” turned upside down was nothing short of life-changing for me.
I love playing with words & word sounds when writing songs. For example, “just defy your thoughts” sounds like “justify your thoughts”…both powerful, both different. Why do we hear one over the other? Yes, I am a word nerd.
The words that we CHOOSE to use become the structure in which we build our houses. I used to use the term “my fibromyalgia” often. One day my husband lovingly called me on that. ”Why do you say that? It’s like you are owning it.” He was right, I was. I was making it a part of my being. I recently heard this quote, “Whatever you add after ‘I am’ comes chasing after you.” I would say the same thing about the word “my”. What words are you owning?
Sometimes we let words that others have chosen become a part of our beings. ”You’re fat.” ”You’re stupid.” ”You’re worthless.” The sharp edge of the tongue. We can have 20 people tell us opposite & still struggle to believe the truth!
When I was in college, I had a 45 minute commute to school. I always used that time to pray. Once I felt like God was speaking to me, but I got really upset & began to ask, “How do I know it’s YOU? How do I know it’s not just my subconscious?” In my mind I heard clear as day, “Rhema. You will know it’s me.” My response? ”What the heck is a rhema?” At that point I thought I had lost it. I abruptly ended the “conversation”. Later that very night I attended a Bible study. The pastor handed out our first worksheet entitled Rhema: The Word of God.
Last year I decided to choose a word for the year. I tried & tried, but nothing would come to me, nothing would resonate…until my husband said “limitless”. In many ways that word came to pass. I started believing that limitations were only set by my own fears – that if I just pushed through, there were no limits. I did things last year I never imagined, including speaking & playing my music in front of a huge crowd, forming & fronting my own band and, not to mention learning to love myself in profound ways. There are no limits.
This year I have once again struggled to choose my word. I think it is because I KNOW the power it can hold. I RESPECT words. I once prayed to be fearless. A friend of mine told me that was a very brave prayer. Little did I know!!! That word sent me flying in a 10 passenger plain over the Rocky Mountains to share my college research project with 100 audiology professors! Yeah, fearless.
I’m feeling….let’s say…a little less brave this year! I would say “adventure” sounds like a great word, but 1) there are many types of adventure! & 2) I’m the kind of person who finds themselves in adventure naturally.
I was very close to choosing “grace”. Ahhhh how I LOOOOOVE the word “grace”! You really have no idea. Anyone who thinks that grace is meek & mild doesn’t get the word. I almost think grace is the remedy for anything that ails us. However, “grace” just didn’t resonate.
The word I have settled on is the word that keeps coming back to me again and again. The word strikes a deep chord in my system and permeates my being. The word terrifies me in ways that I don’t even understand. The word I have chosen for myself for 2013 is “home”. That’s right, the girl who’s favorite word is “wanderlust” who has lived in 5 states and roughly 22 different houses in her lifetime is choosing the word “home”.
Okay…let’s be honest, it’s not like I’m going to stop traveling or going to concerts or having grand adventures. But, I DO want to focus on making my house a home…a loving, cozy & welcoming environment that breathes life into all who enter…a place to imagine, create & where dreams are birthed. I’m sure I will spend all year discovering the different ways the word “home” plays out, and that scares me beyond belief. But, it feels good & it feels right. So, there it is.
Be warned that you will probably see pictures of redecorating and rearranging from here on out!
After all of that, what is YOUR word for 2013?
Much love, many blessings & HAPPY NEW YEAR!