Are you someone who selects a word for the year to live by?
This year, my word is margin. I am a scamperer, you know, often running from one thing to the next; hyper and distracted. It is an often mined failure that affects my most prized relationships. This year, I intend to leave room for playing, with pant legs rolled up, in the sand.
I will leave margin for myself to take care of that which God has given me. Making space for long runs and spinach salads and observing changes in my skin and painting my toenails and breathing in and breathing out and God’s Spirit to move as He wills.
I will leave margin for family. For laughing and upside down nights and pick up basketball games and long chapter books and dates. For swimming with my girl and tossing a touchdown pass to my boy. For time spent together and love letters written. For not being in a rush.
And I will leave margin for my Jesus, the only restorer of my broken soul. Who walks with me in beauty. Who speaks in my silence. Who shows me what true riches is.
Blessed are the single-hearted, for they shall enjoy much peace.
If you refuse to be hurried and pressed, if you stay your soul on God,
nothing can keep you from that clearness of spirit which is life and peace.
In that stillness you will know what His will is.
(Praying and hoping and leaving margin towards this very end.)
PS Do you have a word for this year?