All things weird and wonderful

So today is Halloween. Always a weird day, but especially for us since we literally just moved yesterday. I have been full of all kinds of expectations. Right now our house is a box forest and we are all tired. As I ran an errand today I had to admit that I was feeling kind of weird. Not at home. A bit lost even. Then I realized that its going to take awhile for everything to feel normal, and that that's okay. In the meantime I have the comforting assurance that we are right where we are supposed to be, and that is wonderful.

Here are a few pics of weird and wonderful moments: prepping the caravan, driving through a border patrol station just inside the Easter arizona border, and gazing upon mountains and desert trees from the back porch.

Crickets

Just in case you're (p)interested

Ah, delay! What grief it has sometimes been to me, and yet, what a blessing in disguise! It is a delay that allows me to write this post, sitting here in front of this fire.

We are shifting our deeply-rooted lives 1000 miles west. That is a big ship to turn around. It takes a little more time than we thought.

I've been taking pics of things I think will be my last, like this cup of coffee brewed in my house. Please excuse my hair. I told my husband that I felt like packing up the coffeemaker would be the point of no return. Well, it's not sealed up yet, but I'd kinda rather not get it back out tomorrow, since I washed the carafe. That seems like boring news for the Internet.

Okay, so here's something kind of fun. Pumpkin spice bagels! Yahoo! I'm enjoying all the pumpkin ness.

I'm not on Pinterest, but it benefitted me the other day when I asked my girlfriends for advice on packing up my necklaces. An idea from Pinterest was to thread skinny ones through a straw so they didn't get tangled. So I did. If I were on Pinterest, I'd post this idea. I decided to roll up my busy necklaces in a towel, like so. It made a little necklace log that was easy to pack. TAda! I don't think this is super original, but it was a good solution.

This huge, bright truck is in my driveway. Isn't it pretty? The kids have had a great time running up and down the ramp. Here is my hubs, who essentially wore himself out yesterday and today, loading said vehicle.

So, we're to the point where the house looks like this. And we still have stuff like this in the garage. (Pic was taken during the day, FYI.). So there is just enough left to do that by taking an extra day we can enjoy this fire tonight, rest up, and then wrap up properly and without strain.

Oh yeah, one more pinteresty thing - I saw these apple nachos a site with a other fall recipe I like, and made them for the kids a few times. Nutella a d pb. They LOVE them. Who wouldn't, right? Do other families also go through a jar of Nutella per week, or is it just us, and the novelty of it?

So anyway, in case you're pinterested, we're a day behind but doing fine.

Worthy of our Trust

Okay, so I am waiting on something else to come through, and fighting, fighting SO HARD to trust, and not let my mind "go there." You know where I mean.  There - to the wild fantasy land of what if?

This is a trial.  I know what trials produce.  That is encouraging.  I know that TRUST is a thing I desperately, desperately want to have.

It occurred to me today that sometimes I fail to trust because - get this - I am afraid of being made a fool by God.  I hedge my bets.  That makes no sense at all, right?  I'm pondering that.

Meanwhile, I just know that the Lord is worthy of my trust.  It's not just when I'm going to get the thing I've been praying for.

This reminds me of two songs.  One is (of course!) from the new Getty album.  In a song about the Rich Young Man, Kristyn sings, "When I cling to what I have/ Please wrest it quickly from my grasp."  I have thought of that line A LOT this past week.

It also reminds me of another song, one which nobody really knows, but more people should, by a young man who shared a few songs at our songwriter event last weekend.  The bridge of the song merely says, "The Lord is just/ He is worthy of our trust."  My brother says if you want people to remember one thing, put it in the bridge.  It worked!

He is just.

That reminds me of another song, too, "As Long as You Are Glorified," by Sovreign Grace.  I think I need to listen to that now!

No greater love

I am about to go to bed with a messy house. It's okay. I can clean it tomorrow. But before I do, I wanted to reflect on the wonderful friends the Lord has brought into our lives these past eleven years in Oklahoma.

When you are about to move, or your friend is, you begin to realize what a gap will be left in your life. It is sad. At the same time, that feeling lets you know how deeply significant those relationships have been, and you are deeply grateful.

As I look at the faces in this picture, I think of the stories of their lives and ours; the joys and new beginnings, the sorrows and losses, of the past decade. Not just these pictured here, but others, too, whose lives have touched our own in such a way that they have become part of our story.

This morning I read 1 John 3:16, "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers." I was reflecting on ways that these friends and others have laid down their lives for one another over the years.

I hope I don't sound maudlin; I have shared plenty of light moments and my cup of humor consistently overflows among these good people. But in little bits of time here, a card there, a prayer continuously renewed, a meal provided, child care offered, a word of scripture spoken at the right time, through a wise teaching, or a home opened and welcoming, in all of these ways, love is shown.

Circumstances sometimes call for great sacrifices. Christ's sacrifice was the ultimate and the most complete, redeeming from sin and destruction all who believe in His authority. The redeemed know how much Christ valued them and what they are called to give in return. Lives are given for others as they are lived: just a little bit at a time.

Your perfect will in your perfect way

Here are the things going on with just some of my girlfriends:

- waiting to find out that a baby will not turn breech again and require a c-section

- waiting to find if husband will get a new job, entailing a total career change and relocation

- waiting to find out when the MRI for a mysterious skull numbness will take place

- waiting on the Lord to provide solutions to financial strain

Here am I, resting a bit after some shakeups, waiting to move, waiting on an offer from a buyer on our house, waiting on various pieces of news from friends and family, wanting pieces to fall into place.

I did download the Getty album I mentioned in my previous post, and over the past few days, a few songs have become dear to me.  One in particular speaks to the heart in the situations mentioned above, and it is called "The Perfect Wisdom of our God."  The first verse is about God's creative power and control in the universe, the second, about His plan and purpose of redemption in the cross, and the third, about His activity and leading in each individual life.  I'm just going to post the lyrics from that last verse here in their entirety.

Oh grant me wisdom from above,

To pray for peace and cling to love,

And teach me humbly to receive

The sun and rain of Your sovereignty.

Each strand of sorrow has a place

Within this tapestry of grace;

So through the trials I choose to say:

“Your perfect will in your perfect way.

I need to care for a daughter right now; she wants to put her new doggie costume on.  Such are the transitions that punctuate life these days.  Such is the Christian life, sometimes.   Unpredictable, yet, I trust, in some way, perfectly timed.

... and He must win the battle

I couldn't figure out why I got so choked up singing "A Mighty Fortress is our God" this morning.  Even as I type these words I feel a bit overcome by those of the "battle hymn of the reformation."  The song tosses me back and forth between my hopelessness in my own strength and the certainty of victory in Christ's.

It is not the first time I'd heard or sung this old song, but it was timely.  I was pleased to discover yesterday that Keith and Kristyn Getty have released a new album of hymns, and in this video  Keith pointed out the contrast between the goal of a pop song, which is to resonate in and of headlines, and a folk or classical song, which ideally outlasts the composer.  "A Mighty Fortress" is just that type of song.

At one point I stopped singing this morning, and just listened.  There were the voices of hundreds of women, singing together.  Then it hit me one reason why I was so overcome: it is the first last for me.  Over the next ten days or so, I'll have a lot of "lasts," since we are relocating soon.  One thing that struck me was the vibrance of the women among whom I had the privilege to stand and sing.  Salt. Of. The. Earth.  At the same time, I felt encouraged that amidst the threat of uncertainty in what will for us be a brave new step, God's "truth abideth still."

His kingdom is forever.

To err is human...

Yesterday I texted a friend's husband a kissieface instead of a fist bump.   Fortunately they both let me live that down.  Today I was texting a girlfriend during church, meaning to text a different friend, who was not.  Fortunately she thought it was funny.  I'm not-a-doin-so-well with the texts.  I think this is a symptom of overload.  My brain is near to firing on all cylinders again, but it's not quite got the necessary power to handle the mental off-roading I've had to do.

That is why I am so desperate for the Lord's power in my life.  His power is made perfect in weakness.

What does that weakness mean?  Does it mean I can do fifteen things at once, by His power?  Sometimes I think I'm hypertasking out of lack of faith that doing just a few things well will be enough. I think one of the ways His power is perfected in my weakness is when, within the limits of my humanity, among the myriad options before me and investments I could spread myself thin, he targets me in one, maybe two, directions, and covers all the other bases for me, so the system doesn't overload.

Pumpkin spice

I am actually in the drive thru of Starbucks to pick up a treat. There is a nice fall chill in the air. I was so encouraged by this this morning that I decided to just repost it.

As we transition from Summer to Fall, it's good to take some time to reflect on the ever-changing seasons of our lives. Often, we settle into a routine or comfort zone that suits us just fine until something completely unexpected happens, jolting us into a new season of life. God's Word encourages us to be content in all things. Psalms 118 says, "This is the day that the LORD has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it." Each day, every day, it would do our souls well to rejoice in the knowledge of Christ and the blessings He has so graciously poured out on us. We all trudge through difficult times, but if we can learn to keep our eyes on Jesus, placing our hope and our future in His hands, we will see the tough times as merely temporary. In this context, it's much easier to find joy and peace in each season, each day, each moment.

A chip to build a dream on

Current Anglophilia symptom: obsession with BBC's Sherlock. Best show ever.

Current perplexity: finding a new place to live while raising two little ones.

Current coping mechanism: chocolate chips and down time.