The Glad Surrender

Year naming. It has quickly become a tradition that I love. Last year, communion.

This year, discipline.

It's not a word that makes me want to curl up with a blanket and hot cup of tea by the fire and soak it in. It doesn't emote the same comforting, safe feeling as learning to commune with my Jesus did. It is a word of another kind. It will teach me, stretch me, grow me. It will leave an unsettled feeling. Convict. But it is a word that I feel blessed to have received. It calls me to a higher standard of myself. If I can commit to it, battle through it, believe it and Him for what it promises to be, then all the stretching, growing, and teaching will be worth it.

Hebrews 12:11
No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.


2 Timothy 1:7
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.