The word came to me in November. I was tired, burning the candle at both ends. Not recovered from the move or the stress of it. Off kilter from being vulnerable and dealing with some emotional ambushes I wasn’t ready for.
I was so spent I can’t say it was a prayer, but it was definitely a confession.
“I feel dead inside.”
And in that moment, the word came in a whisper.
I’ve searched images and combed through definitions trying to figure how this word is going to play out. And in that I’ve realized I need to live it out to find out.
So, stay tuned.
Tell me, what’s YOUR word for 2015?