I can’t think of any normal person who likes that word. I don’t. And I didn’t this past August when God changed my ‘word’ from ‘Trust’ to ‘Exposed’.
In case you think God plays fair let me just put your mind at ease. He doesn’t. Over the next few weeks I felt God saying to share my word with people. ‘Hi, my word from God is now ‘exposed’ and God told me to tell you that’.
Last winter I heard of the idea of having a word for the year. I wanted a word but didn’t feel like I had one. Months later God spoke to my heart.
Beloved. I hated this word. I didn’t want to see myself as Beloved. Be Loved. I literally threw a fit about it (I have emails to prove this). But Beloved was everywhere. Eventually, because God never gives up, I accepted this word. Eventually I got a bracelet with Beloved engraved in it. Eventually I embraced Beloved.
When I heard this idea of a word for the year I thought of one word for the whole year. God obviously didn’t get that memo (I think He laughs at me a lot).
Because after a few months the word changed to Trust. Trusting God. Trusting safe people. Trusting myself.
But Exposed? I didn’t like that word. I figured the next few months would be my guts being pulled from me exposed for all the world to see. My failures being yelled from rooftops. Being embarrassed in front of friends and family and people I wanted to impress.
And that was true to a point. God did have me share some difficult things with trusted people.
But at the same time God began showing me who I am. He showed me more of who He created me to be. Not the girl wearing rags staggering through life trying to survive. But His Daughter. Loved. Adopted by choice. Wanted. Longed for. Chosen. Adored. And even Beloved.
In a twist I never expected God exposed me to myself. I started seeing the good that God created in me. Things I wouldn’t be able to see without the words ‘Beloved’ and ‘Trust’ coming first.