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The one with my word.

I’ve seen it for a couple years now- instead of creating resolutions, people have been choosing one word to focus on for the year. Maybe you have seen this, or have done this yourself, but this alleviates the pressures to keep a resolution all year long. 

So I’ve been praying about my word for a while now. I started asking myself some questions to best narrow down my word. What do I want to accomplish? How do I want to live? What do I want to focus on? What has been lacking? How do I motivate myself to get the correct word? Where do I even begin? Should I make a list? I’ll google it. Then I’ll narrow down the options. Then for sure I’ll have a word. Should I post it? Should I make like a cool graphic to post in my house? Should it be specific to being a better wife, parent, teacher, or all three? 

I started to really “Elisa” the situation.
In this sense my name is a verb meaning to over complicate, and overthink something, that is actually pretty simple, to where you just want to give it up.

This is pretty much my life process.

You may not think it, because I usually play pretty cool- but I’m usually an internal mess. My default mental state is to overthink and complicate every aspect of my life. 

And then, I heard it.
That still, small voice.
“Girl. It’s simple. Seek Me first. It’s just that simple.”

My word? 
Simple.

This year, I choose to live simply. I choose to love simply. I choose to speak simply. I choose to simplify my mind, heart and life. 

This may mean in literal ways: in my materials, my eating habits, and things of that nature.

This also mean in my spiritual life: getting rid of anything that holds me back from seeking him first.

This blog may start to change. I hope it does. That would mean that God is working on my simple heart.



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