I used to choose a word of the year. Way back in 2010, I chose the word dance. In 2011, I chose the word be. In 2012, I chose delight based on Psalm 37:4. In 2013, I was a rebel and chose a few words: wait and see. Each year, I would blog about what I thought those words might foretell, what I hoped they’d point me toward. As life unfolded, the words inevitably took on different meanings and rang true for reasons I could never have seen on December 31.