The Word of the Year

You know how much I like words. You are welcome to your numbers; I much prefer letters. I love how they arrange themselves to describe thoughts and ideas. They gather into sentences and paragraphs and books. Words are beautiful.

Well, most of them are. Some of them are harsh and some are just plain silly.

Cambridge Dictionary just named its word of the year for 2018, and I fear it is a rather sad commentary on life.

*Nomophobia: the fear or worry of being without your mobile phone or being unable to use it. (And yes, unfortunately I have suffered from it at times. I have certainly turned the car around more than once to retrieve a phone left on the kitchen counter.)

Like the Cambridge Dictionary I also pick a word of the year. But I don't pick one for the year past. I pick one for the year to come.

A word to remember.

A word that calls me to better things.

A word that just might change my life.

That is a lot of pressure on one word.

But I think this year's word can handle it. Here it is.

Table.

Okay, I hear what you're thinking. "That is just a silly choice. Why don't you choose an important word like believe or grace or peace?"

But let me explain myself just a little. Think about your holiday celebrations spent around the table. A table is a place of welcome and plenty, of laughter and maybe tears, of stories and memories.

And I'd like to invite you to my table.

Come and sit awhile and just visit. We can talk about anything and everything.

Maybe you will have a cup of coffee or tea. I'll try to have something you will enjoy,

You may come early or even late at night. You are welcome anytime. There is plenty of room.

I wish I could actually have each of you around my table. Consider yourself invited. But if you can't, this little blog will have to do.

Please come.

After all, we have been invited to a table before.

"You prepare a table before me..."