Words have power. They have the ability to build up yet quickly tear down. They can be the difference in a step forward and a step back. They bring opportunity. They give wisdom. They bring hope.
With the ushering in of a new year, I asked God to give me a word. A word for the year I could focus and meditate on. A word I could return to when things seem mundane and I question my purpose. A word I could use to draw closer to God and to deepen my relationship with Him.
It was my hope I would have a post ready for January 1 with “my word.” But, I didn’t have that word. I actually had given up on having a word ... until yesterday.
This was the prayer we prayed at church yesterday.
And ... in an instant, it was right there in front of me.
Merriam-Webster defines “more” as "greater, additional, further." Greater, as in “something more than she expected.” (I asked them to use it in a sentence, and their sample was perfect.)
More doesn’t have to be a material thing. And, honestly, that’s not the way I am embracing it. Don’t get me wrong – more writing assignments, more space in our house, more chances to go and do – these are things I would love. However, that’s not what I’m asking of God this year.
I’m asking for more.
More of Jesus. Less of me.
More contentment. Less dissatisfaction.
More peace. Less anxiety.
More time in God’s Word. Less time on my phone.
More time in prayer. Less time in mindless thinking.
More trust. Less doubt.
More hope. Less fear.
Here’s the thing about more. When you have more of something, you have less of something else. (That’s profound! You can quote me on that one!) If I am seeking to fill myself with Christ and His goodness, there will be little room for myself. And that’s what I desire. More Jesus. Less me.
That’s my word for the year. I pray the same for you.
Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.