I once stumbled across the idea of assigning a word to each new year. Be it a character trait you hope to develop, a challenge you want to overcome, or a goal you would like to reach, narrowing down a single word that you want to define your year does wonders to put things in perspective.
But at the beginning of January, I looked back, trying to remember what my resolutions were a year ago, and instead accidentally assigned a word to my 2020. Considering the fact that the year is over, and in retrospect was nothing like I imagined it would be, this one word was backed by a dozen stories, a thousand emotions, and weighed on my heart as I tried to decide where I go from here. How does one look back on disappointment and still race ahead with joy?
In a word: remember.
Remember who you are and remember Who you serve. I can tack two words onto the end of every uncertainty - I can make them the last two syllables of all my fears - and those words are but, God...
I was disappointed, but God had a plan.
I was afraid, but God promised to be with me.
I was discouraged, but God has given me hope.
In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, whether it swarms in the world outside where I can do nothing about it or battles in my own heart, the word whispering in my ear is remember.
Remember Who you serve, remember what He has done, and remember that He is good.
Just in case you need reminding: PSALM 103