RESOLUTE. DAUNTLESS.

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For the past several years I have prayerfully approached the new year with a word.

There are lots of reasons I do this, and I can do a separate post about how I go about determining that word and implementing it in ways that actually move me forward and keep me remembering the focus of the year. If that would be interesting to you, please leave a comment below.

This year's word(s)

Resolute. Dauntless.

I wanted a word that would speak to me the feeling of a chick needing to hatch. The feeling of a caterpillar needing to emerge from her chrysalis. I would describe it in this way. I have been one way, and it has been working for me! Now, ooh, it's uncomfortable, oooh, now it's too much. I CAN NOT be this way anymore. I must make a change. Only I can do it. No one can save me from this situation. I must dig in and make the change myself. And once I have made the change, all that work and exertion, effort and strife, will land me on the other side, the unknown side, of this problem. And the work will have refined and prepared me for what I have become and what is next.

Resolute is a word I haven't totally exhausted. It's fresh and full of depth because it's been kept safe from overuse and miss-use.

Resolute: Noah Webster 1828
    Having a fixed purpose; determined; hence, bold; firm; steady; constant in pursuing and purpose.

Dauntless: Noah Webster 1828
    Bold; fearless; intrepid; not timid; not discouraged; as a dauntless hero; a dauntless spirit.

I have been one way. I can not be that way anymore. I must make a change. There is ONE voice coaching me through this change, one still small voice, and no other voice, opinion, way of being, or perspective gets a vote on this change. That voice will be with me through every step, every exertion, the constant pressure and heat and struggle, cheering for me. Placing within me the knowledge I can do this. With His strength I can do all things I am called to do, and I am called to this change. The call comes from within me as much as without. Change is now. Now is the time. This can not be pushed off.

When I'm on the other side I will celebrate the transformation with the voice that guided me there. We will discover together the new life, new way of being, new purpose and mission, new possibilities. And I will move forward again with only that still small voice  to guide and dictate how to be.

I don't know how long it takes to metaphorically "hatch from an egg" or "emerge from a chrysilis". I know child birth lasts anywhere from 1-15 hours. We'll see what time is required for this transformation. Maybe a month. Maybe a year. Maybe a few years or a decade. 

Maybe only a moment. 

I'll let you know with it's through.

If it is every something that can be "through."

Love always,
Rhylee

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