Expectation. That is the word I picked to define my year.
Expectation (n.) a strong belief that something will happen or be the case in the future.
This year, I’m expecting to make tons of progress in my healing. I’m not even halfway through the season that the most healing will occur. This year, I have a lot of things I hope to see improve. I’m waiting on God to move drastically in my life. He has done amazing things in my life this past year. I’m waiting with expectation for Him. There’s a lot of unknown in my future but it’s kind of exciting because God is changing my dreams. I never thought I would consider rehab nursing, but it would be a good mix of my desire for nursing and my experience with my TBI.
Expectation goes hand in hand with the word I choose a couple of years ago.
I am not audacious. I lack courage. I shrink from things that God calls me to because I fear failure.
This year, I am turning over a new leaf. I choose to be recklessly brave in the pursuit of a living, loving, saving, sustaining, almighty God who shapes my heart.
I desire to be bold; sharing the gospel from my backyard to the ends of the earth.
I aspire to be gutsy; challenging myself to do things that make me uncomfortable.
I strive to be brave; living life with everything that I have.
I desire to wait with expectation for God to move while being audacious and stepping out of my comfort zone. This is the year I will be stronger, braver, kinder and unstoppable. This year I will be fierce in my expectations of a living, loving God who hold my heart in His hands.