For all of my adult life, the last few days of any given year have been a time of reflection and prayers, with it all culminating to high expectancy on new year’ eve, as I waited to get told what the new year will bring/be about. That is because it has always been my belief, and still is, that concerning Christians, the happenings of any given year is determined by God, who also has complete knowledge of every detail of the year.
So, through the years, I received different prophecies with excitement and pure belief that since prophecies are predictions, and these yearly predictions come from God, and God cannot/does not lie, therefore my daily experience of the year was going to be a picture of what I had been told, irrespective of my personal choices.
I’d go through the year vibrantly hoping to see a manifestation of what was told me in different areas of my life. It didn’t matter how irrelevant to where I was or how imprecise the given word was. Or how different it was from what formed in my heart during my times of inward deliberations and prayers.
The foretelling for 2018 was even more outstandingly frustrating. I felt like I was super-hyped then let down.
My year always started with this given word floating in my ears, for a couple of weeks, while attempting to settle in my heart, until my brain got fed-up and mute it from its stream of inputs. And that doesn’t mean I was struggling to believe what was said. It just means that there was hardly a confirmation in my heart that what was said also applied to me, hence able to connect to my heart and taken personally.
The foretelling for 2018 was even more outstandingly frustrating. I felt like I was super-hyped then let down: like when an artiste comes out on stage jumping, screaming and getting the crowd excited, only to start performing and you find out that the content of the offering cannot keep you up on your feet. So you sit down and try to make sense of what this person who is twitching their face and pacing this stage, that you came with such high expectation to experience, is doing.
What I did, as an attempt at self-help, was seeking out ladies who have the kind of results I want, and finding out what they were doing to get those results.
Your own word for the year is like a personal annual mission statement, a blueprint that is precipitated into one word…
I spoke with, listened to and read about different successful ladies across varied career paths and got reminded of how essential possessing the right skills, working hard, staying determined, staying informed, being consistent and managing relationships are.
In addition to those, the ladies who really let me in, added this one factor; having your own word for the year, which they said is like a personal annual mission statement, a blueprint that is precipitated into one word that guide their actions and steps throughout the year, and also sum up who they want to be or how they want to live that year. So, everyday of the said year, these ladies wake up and steer their lives with, and in the direction of, this word that formed in their heart after sessions and sessions of private deliberations and prayers.
Nina* told me going back to years since she joined the working population, she’s always had a word for the year and had chosen happiness as her word for 2018. Rita* said she chose profit as her word and was letting it guide her business interactions.
Shonda Rhimes’ “Year of Yes”, in which she chronicles her life-changing experiences during this one year that she decided to be guided by Yes; Yes to everything that scared her, also serves as an example.
Consequently, when my heart birthed strategy as the word for 2019, I did not discard it in favour of an outside voice, like I used to.
Sometime in December 2018, writer and host; Ashley .C. Ford, got on Twitter to ask if anyone had gotten their word for the incoming year yet. I followed the conversation and realized that a lot of the people I admire have been gaining wide successes from the principle. Consequently, when my heart birthed strategy as the word for 2019, I did not discard it in favour of an outside voice, like I used to. This time, I am holding it tight to my heart and letting it act as my compass this year, while I also hope, concurrently, that what I’ve been told is a word from God to me, will prove itself to be true.