When I first shared my word for 2015 with Mr. Gray, it gave him pause. I don’t blame him. It’s a strange word to choose to strive for: settle.
It’s one of those things that just sort of came to me. I didn’t deliberate more than one word this year. It didn’t weigh heavy on my heart until I found it. It just came. As we were driving down the highway one day, there it was. “My word for the year is going to be settle,” I said before I had even given it any thought myself. I wasn’t even thinking of goals or the new year yet. It was just there. So here it is.
Settle. I want to work to settle this year. I want to settle in to a community here in our hometown. I want to settle into a routine. I want to settle into a church (not settle for a church–totally different). I want to settle into our life here. Our life is here now, and I want to plug in, pour in, and be part of this community.
As I was reading through my go posts this week, I found this post, which completely foreshadows my choice for settle. I didn’t even remember writing it until I started reading it. My heart’s desire it to feel community. To be in a group of people we can do life with right here in our town. I know this starts with me being deliberate–making the Monday meetings with other moms here in town a priority. Inviting people over for dinner. Participating in local events and activities.
This year, I am going to settle.