My word for this year (and maybe next year) is the word community. From a post earlier this year:
Speaking of reminiscing, two years ago, I was asked by Annie, my sister-in-blog if I could chose one word for your coming year, what would it be? I chose the word metamorphosis. It is happening, but very slowly. I think I need to chose another word: Community. I realize that if I'm going to complete the metamorphosis and be all that I'm called to be, I'm going to need to have the help of community. I guess realize is the wrong word. I've known this for a long time and had tried various methods to establish community, but none of them worked. I blogged about it here and here, so I'm not going to rehash it here. Getting well in community is a biblical principal, but after so much chaos, I tried to go it alone.
I wish I could, but I can't.
I have three close leaders who are praying for me, a wonderful mentor I speak with regularly, and the encouragement of my friends from the YMCA, the Journey Training and ARC. However, these still feel distant to me. There's a lack of closeness and intensity that I can't seem to shake. Something is missing. I still feel like I'm working on a DIY project and others are sitting back watching it go horribly wrong. That's the best way I can describe it.
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I don't know what the answer is, but I do know that community is at the crux of it.