The year of the 12 is officially ON.
And true to form, my word caught me unaware.
I was winding down for bed. I was relaxed on the surface and yet I was also aware of a relentless anxiety hovering under the radar. I nervously shifted my weight on the couch and tried to shake it.
Then a soft Voice spoke ever so succinctly. It said, “This season in your life is very short. Rise above it. Rise above it.”
My heart warmed in my chest. My body grew quietly excited because I knew that *rise* would be my word for March.
I like the month of March. When I say its name, it sounds like an authoritative command: “MARCH!” So it's appropriate to have an equally strong word like "Rise" to guide me through it.
Rise is a lovely word too. When I say its name, I hear an invitation: "Rise, rise, rise." There's a gentleness to its overture, and it draws me in. I feel inquisitive, open, confident about where it will lead me.
Rise reminds me of the sacred rhythm of each day. The sun rising in the sky every morning is a physical manifestation of hope. It reminds me that the day is a blank canvas waiting to be painted. And I have choices; I can fill it with whatever strokes or colors I fancy.
Rise also reminds me to adjust my perspective. It is far too easy to get bogged down in details in the midst of the busy and the hard. Rise reminds to look at my problems from a different vantage point.
When I get a bird's eye view of things--and see this period of time in the context of my whole life--suddenly my struggles aren't so all consuming. What I am going through right now is just a blip on the screen. Rise reminds me of the bigger picture and helps me to refocus on what I am fighting for.
Rise is also the name of a filter on my favorite iphone app, Instragram. The "Rise" filter gives an ordinary photo an early-morning, sunbathed beauty. I can apply the same filter to my circumstances. I can choose to see life through the lens of hope.
Rise is a simple way to say it's a new day. A day worth rising to--with anticipation and tenacity. It's also a gentle way of saying, "Girl, get your butt in gear. Get up! Get out of bed. There's stuff to do!" And sometimes I need a little kick to get me going.
I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but I have my MARCHing orders. I will stand. I will get through. I will rise.
And you can too.