Word of the Year

Ben and I joked two weeks ago about picking a word for this year. It's kinda the cool thing to do right now, and it's good fun for me to see how it unfolds for others. One of my dearest friends has picked a word for years and I've grown to appreciate the practice.

So as I joked about doing it for ourselves, I was scrolling online and saw a cute mug that calligraphied  "Don't Panic" on its side. I laughed a hearty laugh and passed it over to Ben.

"I think I found our word."

It was funny then and it's funny now. Mostly to us. Because everything about this season urges the planner type in us to do exactly that.

But we've been around this scene before. We've ached in the wait and we've moved in the hustle. We've had plans gone awry and we've learned how to piece together broken dreams for even better ones.

We're making sure we have some 'grit' and bare through the uncomfortable.

Because we aren't refugees without a home, pregnant without medical care.
We aren't at a loss with finances on how we'll bridge the gap from here to there.
We've been given time, and with time comes planning, and with planning comes a lessening in emergencies

We aren't in dire straits. We're just a bit uncomfortable and a whole lot of exhausted.

We don't have news yet where we'll move, yet we're still on the docket for a February launch. I have a pretty open hand with that though. I'm learning to have open hands with pretty much everything.

Dealing with the anxiety of a new move, new baby, new city, new church, new worklife, new home, no plans has caused my dreams to be all sorts of crazy. And the insomnia I've been experiencing as my mind whistles through it all late into the night has left me reaching for morning coffee. but again,

we aren't refugees without a home, pregnant without medical care.
We aren't at a loss with finances on how we'll bridge the gap from here to there. There'll be enough.
We've been given time, and with time comes planning, and with planning comes a lessening in emergencies.

And so, as we donate our things and sloowwwlly get rid of others ( and by slowly I mean SLOWLY; two kids, nausea and husband who works a ton of overtime makes moving a beastly task;) as we  begin choosing what to keep, and what to sell, who to pay to move a few boxes and all those details, we remind eachother our word of the year:

"Don't Panic."

and I think it suits us well.