We are surviving this move! Everything is in. And the dust has settled but only because we don’t have time to unpack every box. Most of our energy is spent in the day-to-day living of eating, bathing, playing, dressing, changing diapers and keeping food in the house. I mentioned in my last post that I’d hired someone to come help organize. She was great. My parents came to help too. But amazingly, we’re still not totally settled in. Oh, I’ll be so thrilled to kick all these boxes to the curb.
Old me wouldn’t be happy in this state. New me is content. I’ve learned to rest in the moment. Even and especially in the uncertain ones. Moving day was fun. I viewed it as an adventure and really wasn’t worried a bit whether I found anything I needed that night. We could eat out. As long as we had at least one bed up, we would all rest comfortably. Or… at least try. My friends who knew me in my old working days would remember a person quite different from the one who writes to you today. It seems so cliché, but I’ve learned to really lean into my savior. To trust and know he is taking care of me.
I’m learning to be content. The Apostle Paul, while imprisoned wrote in the book of Philippians that he’d learned to secret of being content. And it that was in the joy of the Lord. I used to hear those words and inwardly roll my eyes. Ugh. How embarrassing, I’d think, when I heard someone say, “the joy of the Lord is my strength.” And Now I find myself actually saying it… sometimes singing it… in the midst of frustrating circumstances. It truly transforms my inner state. From one of frustration, to elevation above the murky mire. I’m finding that now… amid boxes of books and Lord knows what else.
The joy of the Lord is my strength.
It’s even helping me love on this house as we dream of remodeling. And it helps me avoid dwelling on thoughts that we may never remodel. And it reminds me of how comfortable life is when my concerns are those that I just mentioned. Knowing people across the globe struggle to stay safe and stay alive makes my concerns seem ridiculous. Sometimes, I even wonder if at the end of the year, if I’ll even want to remodel. Will I send the money to the mission field instead? I don’t know. And I’ll likely never tell.
Life is good. God is good and not because I live in abundance. He’s good because he lives within. He’s good because he’s transformed. He’s good because he’s God.