Their word, my word
For 2009, my word was forgiveness. To be honest, I asked God if I could trade that word in for another one. He ignored my suggestion. And so, I've wrestled with the heart-wrending truths of forgiveness for the past 11 months.
I've re-discovered that I am not naturally a forgiving person--and that young children are. I've discovered that forgiveness is a choice--again and again and again and again and again and again. You get my point. I've spent hours on my face before God wrestling with the who and the what and the how of forgiveness.
That's not bragging. That's confession.
And guess what? I already know what my word for 2010 is.
I've got miles to go before I understand and live out forgiveness on a daily, breathe-in-breathe-out basis. I find that my focus is off of "them" and on me right now.
When you think about it, their word--unfriend--and my word--unforgiveness--are related.
Gotta' think about that. But I've got 13 months, don't I?