Back when I first began blogging in 2015, like actually blogging, not the barely-knew-what-to-do-with-the-internet in 2008 when Facebook was being born and MySpace felt like an outer darkness chat room for bored people….
Many writers participated in a world-wide event. I always enjoyed these #OneWord posts because each person had a story behind how the word came about. I still to this day do not know any of you writers who came up with a word on a whim. Everyone has come to their word most thoughtfully, many prayerfully.
This is not a meaningless event nor a religious ritual.
#OneWord2023 is merely another way to tell His story through our fingertips.
How He is moving in our lives.
We do not limit Him to this #OneWord but through the year we see it, not because we are only focused on this, but usually because in the prior year, we saw it then and it has been confirmed a thing.
Allow me to dive into how my unplanned One Word post came to me from last’s night baking party at the Weyerbacher house.
We are so excited to be able to go gather with our church family today and eat after. Last night, we prepared the dessert and eggs for deviling, which my husband jokes is so unChristian. I would an emoji but I need more coffee and I am short on time as I need to still do the pigs in a blanket.
We bought an extra cookie sheet, Pioneer Woman of course because it was copper and more affordable than the others. Our cookie mix did not spread enough–we really needed two bags but used what we had.
The girls had a blast cutting the thick, cake-like cookies into shapes after they mixed their hot cocoa and got settled at the table.
Judah waited patiently for crumbs, but the story goes, later he jumped up where I had the tray of scraps from the edges and knocked a few down. Silly pup.
Meanwhile, I boiled eggs and after the girls balled up the chocolate chip cookie dough in batches, we swapped the trays out. It was a lot of juggling but very fun.
As I prepared this post, I thought about how we are continually being molded by the Lord into His purposes for us vessels. I thought about how I want to stay workable for Him–and be a vessel of honor that carries His light in a dark world. Don’t worry-Tay washed her hands after this scene.
A certain word has continued to pop up in my mind over the past couple days, even before making the cookies. I want to stay humble. Stay His, forever. I never want to think I know it all. I never want to try and erect myself as something I am not, or project myself larger than the One who made me.
I want to stay at His feet, knowing He saved me, and I cannot do life on my own without Him. I am in His hands. I am clay.
My #OneWord2023 is #CLAY.
“…Shall the potter be considered as equal with the clay,
That what is made would say to its maker, “He did not make me”;
Or what is formed say to him who formed it, “He has no understanding”.
Isaiah 29:16 nasb1995
“…That men may know from the rising to the setting of the sun
That there is no one besides Me. I am the Lord, and there is no other, The One forming light and creating darkness, Causing well-being and creating calamity; I am the Lord who does all these.
Drip down, O heavens, from above,
And let the clouds pour down righteousness;
Let the earth open up and salvation bear fruit,
And righteousness spring up with it.
I, the Lord, have created it.
“Woe to the one who quarrels with his Maker— An earthenware vessel among the vessels of earth! Will the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you doing?’ Or the thing you are making say, ‘He has no hands’?
“Woe to him who says to a father, ‘What are you begetting?’
Or to a woman, ‘To what are you giving birth?’
Thus says the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, and his Maker:
“Ask Me about the things to come concerning My sons,
And you shall commit to Me the work of My hands.”
Isaiah 45:6-10 nasb1995
But now, O Lord, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.
Isaiah 64:8 nasb1995
As you go into 2023, remember we need HIM, our Heavenly Father, daily.