I admire this practice. There haven't always been words that spoke strongly to me in that way. But this year, it's abundantly apparent to me what the word is.
My stepson is getting married this spring. My husband and I are celebrating our twentieth anniversary. My youngest child is following her skills and talents to put them to the test in a lead role in two productions - one local, one in Edinburgh. My elder daughter is playing the lead in her passionately-loved novel put on stage, and she's solidifying the work in her degree to the point where she's beginning to centre in on the courses that fit her actual major, really shaping and defining the goals for her future.
I am focusing this blog on drawing nearer to God, because I am a child of His, and want to claim that more thoroughly and intimately than ever before
We are making them, we are fulfilling them, we are keeping them and claiming them - for all of us, we are dealing with promises.
The word of the year, for this family, is, quite definitely, "promise."
