One Word

One Word

The sun rose red over the palmetto trees this morning as I pointed my car toward the office. This last dawn of the year coasted into day while the waters of the Charleston rivers rested still in their beds. The morning stretched quietly before me. It was a reminder to me of the beginning. … Not the beginning as in a small time notion of a new calendar year, but The Beginning as in when light was separated from the darkness and the Spirit of God breathed eternal life into a formless void.

A movement which spreads from a few pockets in the online/blogging community is to choose a theme word at the start of a new year. Part of the idea is to pick a word to focus on instead of setting New Years resolutions. I have enjoyed participating in this challenge for the past few years, and can honestly speak to the ways I have witnessed the Lord shaping my thoughts and experiences around a particular concept. One year, my word was “embrace.” Another time it was, “new.” One year I waffled back and forth between “believe” and “know,” and I concluded they were definitely not one and the same.

This year, I am centering in on “wide.” Immediately as I type this, the children’s sing-a-long, “Deep and Wide,” begins to echo in my mind. Those lyrics are not a bad way to start off in my opinion. I certainly hope my waistline doesn’t get carried away with this theme, but I do want to spend some time thinking through the many facets of this word in the coming days. Widening one’s reach, widening perspective, wide arms of hospitality, wide eyes of wonder…

Here are some links to some sources of my inspiration:

One Word 365

Sarah Bessey: My #OneWord365 for 2017

What is your one word?

Settling

Settling

I am standing at the computer in the sound booth. My eyes follow a young woman as she hurries through the chapel to the open doorway in search of a restroom. I know there are other guests in the building and I do not want to cut the music off too abruptly as a matter of principle. My fingers slide the volume controls down evenly until silence settles. Continue reading “Settling”

Up Ahead

Up Ahead

It is nearing the end of summertime in Charleston: always too hot, but always skirting magical. Scents of grills and salt water and hot sunshine dance under clouds heavy with rain. Thunder rumbles in the distance; ceilings fans keep spinning. Bracelets on women’s wrists and wine glasses in their hands go on clinking into the night. Birds dart up to the sky and plunge back down to catch their supper in the reeds. Young people walk hand and hand, full of wonder; expectation. Older couples stroll; they are old friends laughing. The hum of traffic in the streets is met with a clop-clop of a horse and carriage approaching. Continue reading “Up Ahead”