My One Word: Change Your Life With Just One Word
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My One Word: Change Your Life With Just One Word

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by Mike Ashcraft, Rachel Olsen

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Lose the long list of resolutions and do something about one thing this year instead of nothing about everything. In My One Word, Mike Ashcraft and Rachel Olsen help you find lasting change by spending an entire year focusing on just one word that represents what you most hope God will do in you.See more details below


Lose the long list of resolutions and do something about one thing this year instead of nothing about everything. In My One Word, Mike Ashcraft and Rachel Olsen help you find lasting change by spending an entire year focusing on just one word that represents what you most hope God will do in you.

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My One Word

Change Your Life with Just One Word
By Mike Ashcraft Rachel Olsen


Copyright © 2012 Mike Ashcraft and Rachel Olsen
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-31877-4

Chapter One


So teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom. — Psalm 90:12 NASB

I don't have enough time to live my own life!

I reached this conclusion after trying to follow all the advice given on a morning news show one week in January.

It seemed like a smart way to start my day. I figured I'd tune in, get the forecast, learn the headlines, and maybe hear a celebrity interview. I wasn't expecting all the show segments telling me how to live my life better.

Most of these segments offered the promise of deliverance: "Financial Freedom Is Closer than You Think" or "Four Secrets to Better Communication." Others, I decided, were designed to scare the socks off of me: "Six Health Risks every Person Faces" or "Thieves You Cannot See — Avoiding Identity Theft."

Motivated by this combination of hope and fear, I compiled a to-do list of ways to improve my life and its management according to the experts. The more I listened, learned, and listed, the more behind schedule I felt.

The topics on my list ranged from health maintenance to home maintenance to car maintenance. I was informed I need to eat certain foods every day: four veggies, three fruits, two proteins (preferably chicken or fish), and I think a partridge in a pear tree. I also need to get enough fiber, calcium, vitamin D, B, C, and Beta-something-or-other.

I need thirty minutes of cardio a day (but apparently with the right exercise product this can be done in ten), fifteen minutes of strength training, and ten minutes of stretching. Plus, some extended time for meditation so that my body and mind could align. I'm told a germ-resistant mat is needed for that.

I need to bust my stress, nurture my creativity, and improve my posture.

I need to pay attention to my finances. Save and invest. Spend frugally — yet somehow also buy the cool gadgets they review on the show. Apparently extreme couponing is the way to afford it all, but it takes a lot of time to save 80 percent on your grocery bill.

I need to check my credit report regularly. Shred important documents. Back up my computer. Meet with my financial planner. And read the information that comes with our kid's (underfunded) college fund. That, by the way, is forty pages of legal and financial mumbo jumbo in eight-point font, single-spaced. I suppose I need to meet with my attorney to understand it.

And that creates two prerequisite tasks to add to the list: find an attorney and find a financial planner. They assume every regular Joe has a CFP, a CPA, and a JD on speed dial. I have Domino's on mine.

The list continues.

Change my oil every 3,000 miles and my transmission fluid every 30,000. Test my smoke detector batteries biannually. Change my air filters every other month. Replace my toothbrush every three months. Flip my mattress every six. Buy new pillows every three years — I think this is for my posture, but it could be to get rid of dust mites.

Check my skin for irregular moles. Check my yard for moles too. Weed and feed the lawn each spring. Grow houseplants to cleanse the air.

Save last night's roasted chicken bones to make my own chicken stock. Buy undervalued international stocks. Sell my stock before it drops. And stock my pantry for possible natural disasters.

Fertilize, amortize, winterize, maximize, scrutinize. Suddenly I realized: I don't have time to live my life!


My word for the year is PAUSE. In my busy life there are so many times I need to pause. Pause to remember these days, for they will fly by so quickly. Pause to say yes ... and no. Pause to give thanks. Pause before I speak in anger, judgment, or criticism. Pause to say I'm sorry. Pause to dwell on God's goodness and mercy. — Dawn

Looking at the list of things I was supposed to do to live my life right, or well, or whatever all this was going to do for me, I felt defeated. The list that was going to improve my life left me overwhelmed.

In my moment of defeat all I wanted to do was go surf. 'Course the list said I should put on a high-SPF sunscreen and take along a BPA-free water bottle to keep me well hydrated. Filled with filtered spring water, of course.

Dropping the Ball

I'm sure you can relate; you've made lists too. Lists of things you want to start doing or stop doing - things you want to change about yourself. Lists of ways to improve your life and your character.

Maybe you've only listed them in your head. But I bet they come to mind each January. Nearly two-thirds of America's population has made New Year's resolutions. I am one of them.

And you've probably found, like I've found, that each day keeps blurring into the next while we try to make some progress with our many good intentions. Yet very little actually changes.

That ball keeps dropping in Times Square each New Year's. And we keep dropping the ball on our resolutions to improve. Only 20 percent of resolution makers report achieving any significant long-term change.

When I open my Bible, I find more lists. Things a follower of Christ should do. Things a follower of Christ should resist doing. Traits a follower of Christ should display — all the truly important stuff that never makes it onto morning show segments.

When was I going to get to any of this?

I decided to drop my list of ways to get the most out of my life. I realized I needed to find a new way to approach personal change.

Losing the List, Picking a Word

My first journal entry in 2004 was a single word: FLOW. Not merely written on the page, but etched in bubble letters about three-quarters of an inch tall. The letters are heavily outlined, surrounded by a thin border, and colored in gray.

It took me about ten minutes to draw and color the word FLOW. But it took three weeks to narrow all that was bubbling up in me down to that single word.

I'd been writing in a journal for years, but here was something I had never done before. Instead of blasting paragraphs on a page to capture my thoughts and insights, recording my steps and setbacks, I decided to meditate on just one word.

I wrote this word FLOW in response to something Jesus said. He said, "Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, 'Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water' " (John 7:38 ESV). That struck a nerve.

There were times when I felt the living water flowing with ease from my heart. But there were other times, more times, when it felt forced.

The idea of FLOW drew me forward. It didn't have the trappings of regret or the pressure of sweeping promises to change like my resolutions did. It awakened something in me. Not a compulsive desire to change born out of being sick of the way I was, but a desire to live an authentic life that flowed from my relationship with Christ.

Could my life really flow from my heart? The question sent me on a search anchored by the four letters of this one word. If what Jesus said was true — pause for the obvious answer to arise — then I'd need a way to pay attention to my heart on a daily basis.

I decided looking at and concentrating on this word FLOW would remind me to do that. In the months to come, I paid attention to FLOW and used it to gauge my heart and my life. I discovered I could tell the condition of my heart based on what was coming out of it into my life.

And slowly, over time with this word FLOW, I learned to reverse that process. Instead of looking at my life and actions to realize the state of my heart, I proactively addressed the condition of my heart. That changed my life.

In looking through the lens of a single chosen word, I found a new approach to personal change and spiritual formation — one that is doable, memorable, effective, and sticky. The results have been greater than I expected.


For twenty-seven years I've believed that my plan for my life is superior to God's plan. My time has been spent pursuing goals, accomplishments, and things I felt I needed to be happy and complete. After twenty-seven years of much external success, I realized I was still personally and emotionally unsatisfied. While driving to work one morning I was listening to K-LOVE, and I heard Mike talk of the One Word concept. That day I decided, for the first time in my life, to focus on God's plan for my life instead of my own. Handing over the reins has not been easy; in fact, sometimes I'm not sure I have the endurance. So I chose FAITHFUL as my one word, because I'm committed to being faithful to God's Word and plan. The thought of where things are going is exciting! I'm now being led by the earth's Creator. — Brian

A Movement Rises

In January of 2007, I challenged my church, Port City Community Church in Wilmington, North Carolina, to ditch their New Year's resolutions and each pick a word to focus on that year. I titled the series and the project "My One Word." People quickly embraced it. Within a few years, My One Word embedded itself into the DNA of our church. It's how we now approach personal change and spiritual growth.

One of the coolest things to me is how My One Word not only gives people a doable way to focus on their spiritual formation, but an easy way to talk about it. Around here you'll hear people asking each other, "What's your word?" or, "How's it going with your one word?" You'll hear them answer, "My one word is ___, and so far God's been showing me ____."

Couples, family, and friends all help hold each other accountable, simply by talking about their words - around the dinner table, at small group meetings, even on Facebook.

In January 2009, the nation's most notable Christian radio station called my office. K-LOVE had heard about My One Word and invited me to come on the air to tell their listeners about the project. I shared My One Word with half a million listeners that month. And I returned to the K-LOVE airways to talk about My One Word in 2010 and throughout 2011. A movement caught fire.

The movement didn't become a movement because K-LOVE called me, but because God has called each of us. This is not a movement of me or my church, but a movement of God. And of his people wanting to be transformed into his image.

Focus Is Required

Our lives are fast-paced and demanding. Our attention is divided. The normal, natural pace of our lives will not likely lead us toward spiritual formation. We have so many things to focus on that spiritual formation tends to fall to the wayside, along with our good intentions to rotate our mattress or wax our cars.

Most of us feel overwhelmed at the idea of embarking on a grand plan for spiritual formation like reading through the Bible in a year or memorizing a verse every week. We'd like to, but it just hasn't happened. Enter My One Word. It's easy, doable, and surprisingly powerful, mainly because it supplies narrowed focus.

This book will give you a simple but effective plan to effect personal change (spiritual formation) by allowing a single word to become the lens through which you examine your heart and life for an entire year.

Your single word will force clarity and concentrate your efforts. And as you focus on your word over an extended period of time, you position yourself for God to form your character at a deep, sustainable level.


I saw the site on a friend's Facebook page and checked it out. Immediately after reading the purpose behind My One Word, a word popped into my head. I sat at my desk trying to think of a different trait to focus on. I read through other people's words to see if I could scavenge a good one off their list. I didn't want to use the word God gave me, because it was terrifying to me. Which was silly, because it's just a word. But at the same time, knowing that I'd be accountable to it for a year — that's rough stuff.

I am an intensely shy person. I avoid confrontation at all costs. And I only share my faith when it happens into a conversation. The idea of BOLDNESS, of being a truly bold Chris tian, is seriously out of my comfort zone. But it seems that this is God's challenge for me this year. I am to actively pursue BOLDNESS and be transformed in the process. So here I go — man, this is intimidating! —Jen

We're so busy with the surface-level things of life that we forget to number our days and tend to our hearts. We become so preoccupied with getting our lives to a manageable point or a better future that we miss both the moment right now and the reality of a coming eternity.

Yet God calls us to use our days to develop a heart of wisdom. And that's what this My One Word project is ultimately about.

Between these pages I'll outline how to pick a word for the year and how to focus on it. I'll discuss what you can do to drive it deep into your character and what you can do to apply it in your life. The goal is a transformed heart.

At the close of each chapter you'll find directions and questions for personal reflection. Grab a journal and spend some time with the questions to help you get the most out of your year with your one word.

Throughout each chapter you'll also see words chosen by men and women from all walks of life — college students, pastors, moms, recovering drug addicts. You'll hear their reasons for choosing their one word and their experience with this project. I think you'll find those inspiring.

I invite you to join us this year on the My One Word journey. Change is possible. But focus is required. It's time to get single-minded and single-worded about your resolution to change. Are you ready? Well then, keep reading!


• What are some things you would like to change about yourself?

• What distracts you from focusing on the change or the spiritual formation you desire?

• Think about your past attempts to change. Have you made resolutions or sweeping promises to change? How well did it work?

• Often our desire to change is fueled by regret — does regret generally propel you forward or hold you back?

Chapter Two


Are you so foolish? Having begun by the Spirit, are you now being perfected by the flesh? — Galatians 3:3 ESV

I guess I should be thankful my neighbor didn't have a gun.

It was just after 5:30 p.m. on Friday, Memorial Day weekend. My daughter was turning six the following day, and we were hosting her birthday party at the house we'd just moved into.

The house had sat vacant, and the yard was covered in leaves, sticks, and pine needles from numerous surrounding trees. So my friend Derek, who owns his own landscape business, came over after work with his high-powered tools to help me whip the yard into shape.

Derek strapped his professional backpack blower on me and turned it on. The nine-thousand-horsepower motor threatened to turn me into rocket man. It also threatened to deafen me.

I walked around the property blowing the clippings Derek had mulched with his industrial mower. I aimed for the beds in front of the ten-foot hedges that were growing along the privacy fence in our side yard.

Unbeknownst to me, my neighbor was some fifty feet away on the patio in her backyard, which was on the other side of the fence and hedges. And the jetpack I wore sounded loud to her too.

So as I'm blowing leaves I notice a woman walking up my driveway. I figure she's a homeowner coming to meet the new neighbors — it's probably been a while since they've heard any sounds coming from my side of the fence.

Her arms are flailing. Her mouth is moving. But I can't hear a word over the sound of the motor on my back. It wasn't quite as loud as the Third Day concert I once attended, but it was close.

I'm smiling at her, but I don't know how to turn the blower off. So she has to stand there a minute — she's yelling over the sound of the motor — until I get it shut off. Once it's off I hear what she's saying: I'm stirring up dust. I'm making lots of noise. She's trying to cook out. Why am I not more courteous and considerate? And she is really upset about this.

She ends emphatically with, "I'm so mad, if I had a gun I would shoot you!"

What does one say to that?

"I'm really sorry to have upset you, ma'am. I didn't mean to cause trouble. We'll be glad to stop."

She skulked away as I went to tell Derek to cool it. By now my wife and two girls were watching the scene from the porch, my youngest having announced, "Mama, some woman is yelling at Daddy!"

Derek made a valid point that the playground was still covered in debris. "You've got to get it clean for the kids to use it safely tomorrow." Now I had to choose between risking the injury of a small child or being shot by my new neighbor should she locate a gun when she heard me turn this thing back on.

With her threat in mind, I passed the tall hedges to an area where the fence was lower, caught her eye, and waved her over.

"Ma'am, I just want to let you know that we need to turn on the blower for a few more minutes to clean the playground off so the kids can use it at a birthday party tomorrow. But I didn't want you to think we were ignoring your request to quiet down. It won't take long at all."

With eyebrows raised, she replied in a less-than-gracious tone, "It's 5:30 on a Friday, don't you want to go home?"

"I am home," I said.

That's when her expression fell.

And that's when I realized she'd thought I was a hired hand.

"You're the pastor at Port City Community Church, aren't you?"

I've noticed people always seem to know when a pastor moves into the neighborhood. Word spreads fast.

"Yes, ma'am."

"You probably think I'm not even a Chris tian. Well, I am."

She was clearly mortified. And I couldn't decide which was more uncomfortable for me — this moment, or the one earlier when she'd wanted to kill me because I was disturbing her BBQ.

In that moment we both came face-to-face with the present condition of her heart.

"I'm not thinking you can't be a Chris tian," I said. Then I smiled, extended my hand over the fence, and said, "Hi, I'm Mike Ashcraft."


Excerpted from My One Word by Mike Ashcraft Rachel Olsen Copyright © 2012 by Mike Ashcraft and Rachel Olsen. Excerpted by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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