As of Sunday, I hadn’t quite decided if I would have a word for 2018. Nothing was clear. Nothing felt right.
Until this morning...LISTEN. I just kept hearing the whisper of this word. It became clearer the longer I sat in silence. My prayer this coming year is to truly be more of a Mary and less of a Martha. To sit and be still. To be quiet and listen.
I found it ironic that LISTEN came to me this morning, before heading into DC - one of the busiest, loudest cities in the country. But, I appreciated reflecting on this word as I embarked on the emotional experience of walking through the Holocaust museum.
Listening to the stories and reading the history, left me speechless. The pictures...the shoes...they all had voices that could be easily missed if I wasn’t listening.
While I am still unpacking everything from today, I am hopeful that I can find time throughout this coming year to be present...to slow down...to spend quality time with others...and most importantly, to LISTEN.