Continue is my word for the year.
Sometimes continuing feels like treading water, just keeping your head up enough to breathe when you're out of your depth.
Sometimes continuing feels as if you're not getting anywhere.
Sometimes continuing means just keeping on when you haven't a clue what's happening.
I'm sure the disciples, on this Good Friday, felt like that. For them 'continue' had to be applied to just breathing, existing, getting through the day. And the next day. And the next.
Sometimes you have to continue with hope that there is something incredible around the corner.