![]() I enrolled in an evening summer course in the city. I started taking on a few more risks, with very little intentionality, having already abandoned my grand designs for 2015. For all the ways I’d sworn off that word, she was under my skin and affecting my decisions without me realizing it. I swept my word under the rug (where I keep our menu plan and kids’ chore charts) and forgot about her.Įxcept… submit did not forget me. Submit had failed me and I wasn’t even a quarter of the way through the year! I decided then and there to be done with Submit. My submission was rejected, my application for admittance declined. I submitted my application and felt the fullness of One Word Blessings for a total of 30 days.Īnd then I got that dreaded email. I shot for the moon with a prestigious and internationally renowned local university. I spent three months working on my submission, asking for references, workshopping essays and investigating programs. In lieu of starting small and babystepping my One Word, I went all in towards a Big Life Goal. A tablespoon of peanut butter does not a breakfast make.”Īnd this is what I did. And maybe think about submitting to what your body needs, too. Also it couldn’t hurt you to occasionally submit to your husband. I’m pretty sure you need some accountability, maybe a structured QT, maybe just submit to a much needed spiritual makeover. “You should be probably submit to the Lord more. Submit to your artist child and feed the creative within!” And that was all well and good.īut then Submit, like the cruel taskmaster she is, turned on her head and started whispering other things. Now here’s the deal, I chose that word thinking, “Hey Karen, this is the year you submit your work for publication, for writing contests, for actual compensation. This word is a bad/good word and I flung myself at it like a woman in need of a good dose of humbling. This word holds 4 years of Bible college baggage, and that doesn’t even include the premarital counseling books, every marriage seminar/retreat I’d ever been to, and ten years of full-time ministry baggage. I simultaneously loved and hated this word, and it was for that very reason I chose it. If I were to be honest, I’d tell you that in the very moment my “One Word for 2015” came to me, I knew I’d be in for it.
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