This is my swing. Well it is one of my swings. This is the one I can lay down on. I know I have shown it to you before, but I do adore it. I am already trying to figure out where I can put it on the farm. Ya know, if we move. You are probably wondering how things are coming along. I am wondering that too. Right now we are waiting. Waiting to hear this and waiting to hear that. And there is not a damn thing I can do to make any of it happen quicker. So I might as well lay down on this swing and soak up the sun.
Earlier this year, when I was praying/thinking/meditating on my word for this year I heard to distinct things.
I heard the word Slow and I then a few days later I heard the word Abide.
I didn't like the word Slow because I suspected that in-part it meant that things were going to go slow with this house business. They would take longer than I would like. I would have to go slower. Admit my limitations and lack of control.
But then I heard the word Abide. And I knew it was an invitation, and that I had the choice to accept or not.
I could fight the Slow or I could embrace it. I could rail against The Way Things Are or I could take a chill pill and Abide in Christ all the way through it. Even the most awful parts. The draining savings account, the roller-coaster emotions, the choices, the arguments, the exhaustion, the not knowing.
Those things don't wear him out like they wear me out. Thank goodness.