My One Word: nestle
I wasn’t going to do it, not after the last few years. I wasn’t going to ask God for one word to describe 365 days. That just seemed too big, too daunting.
One word to describe the victories and the failures? One word to describe new adventures and sad endings? One word to capture all the heartbreak and hope of 2013?
I was afraid that word would sound like “pain” or “heartache”. After all, these are the words that have described my life so perfectly for six long years. Why add a seventh?
So I sit reading blogs late one night with one eye on the clock, waiting for my favorite TV show.
Then it comes.
The one word.
With such a sweetness I can’t begin to comprehend.
Tucked away in a little post by Mary Demuth, the word calls to me. As if I can feel God Himself handing me an invitation.
Isn’t that what I need after six years of being brave and battling through the pain? Isn’t that what I need as friends and family call me warrior girl?
I run the word over my tongue. It feels strong and secure, just like my Savior. I search for the definition for nestled, finding one that I’m certain was meant for me: “Drawn or pressed close to someone or something for or as if for affection or protection.” (source)
My mind flashes to a dinner party. Friends sharing a meal together. Laughter and witty banter flowing faster than the cheap champagne.
And the friend.
The one friend that Jesus loved, leaning against Him. Not seeking a name for himself. Not hurriedly checking items off his to-do list or planning the next ministry event.
Leaning into Jesus.
As the image fades, I know that’s what I want to be this year and all my years: The girl who nestled into Jesus.