Redemption, realignment, reconnection and a whole lot of relearning were part of the many things that has happened to me this year. But if there’s one “re” that would define 2013 for me, it’s the word restored.
I realized this because my friend Pastor Kaz invited a few of us from church for a Christmas party. After an incredible meal, while we’re all full and lounging at his living room, he asked us what one word would define 2013 for each of us.
My mental dictionary was trying to connect the dots of events, finding a single modifier or noun in the English language to sum up a year. As I look back in the 12 months since, I couldn’t help but see how my life has been led to where it used to be. But improved many times over for a 2013 version, an American setting and a Caleb seven years older.
This year, I was restored back to writing – my foremost passion in life and a skill that has paid bills! I couldn’t think of doing anything else that’s actually doable (for my limited skill set) and fun than drafting words into a set of readable (hopefully!) sentences that people would actually read, or at the very least scan. To be writing again is like being in therapy, except that I’m getting paid for it. It allows me to put words into a word processor and have the confidence that someone could possibly find use to what I created. To know and be restored to a task that gives me life has been one of the best things that happened to me in 2013.
This year, I was restored back to praying – or at least praying more for others. Praying is one activity that I’ve always enjoyed. Beyond its obvious benefits of peace and calmness, unplugging me from the urgent and must-dos, it enables me to reconnect with my Creator. Praying has also allowed me to experience the power of a God who shows grace and love in a way that I cannot fathom.
The very act of prayer, which increases my awareness for an Almighty to not only bless me, but also guide me and nurture me in all I do has been an interest since I was in high-school. But since coming to America in 2006, prayer has been more of an emergency response mechanism, applied whenever necessary, than a part of my lifestyle.
Huge thanks to my mom gently urging me to go back into prayer ministry in 2012 and to Kaz’s wife encouraging me to join our church’s prayer team a year earlier at a similar Christmas party. More than the love for praying or doing church work, what I’m thankful most is the heightened desire that I’ve gained to reconnect with my God daily.
2013 marks my seventh year in New York. Most Bible scholars consider the Number 7 as a symbol of completion, referencing the seventh day in Creation. Though God needs to do more work in my life before I’m actually completed in Him, I can say that my path has been bounded firmly and I feel greatly restored to the path where He wants me to be.
As I used to tell my parents and friends, New York is a fast-paced city, where everything takes time. Seven years may look like a long time for me to get my life in order, but it’s arguably short for a God who has ordained my days, ordered my steps, established my direction and Has promised to never stop the good work He has begun in my life until it is truly complete.