Recently, our pace of life has been such that I have been thinking about posts more than actually sitting down to record them. Event after event has been happening in my life that has led to the thought I need to remember to write about that.
For example, the 22 foot x 15 ft sinkhole that reappeared overnight in my backyard despite being professionally handled 10 months ago. It served as a reminder that 'the pits' of our lives are often in the same places...and that we often are unaware of the danger that lies beneath. The lengthy debates over 'what to fill it with this time' since the last remedy did not work reminded me of the way our own hearts and lives often go...and our feeble attempts at 'filling our voids' with the wrong things--things that don't hold up to life's next storm or flood.
The renovation project is taking shape at my house. But its huge, unsightly mess has reminded me that you have to stay focused on the end goal sometimes or you can become completely overwhelmed by the process. We have demolished our garage and our attic...so all of the 'stuff' that had been hidden away for years was strewn out on my lawn for two weeks. (I know my neighbors really appreciated that.) When the new storage shed arrived, my husband and I spent 8 hours sorting through every single article and decided whether it would stay or go. Things that were staying were chosen, wiped down by hand and intentionally put in their new place. I thought about the way Scripture describes our hearts being searched, the former things going, being chosen, being cleansed of our sins, heart and lives being made new.
This week it was the decision to move my office, the unsightly little closet space stacked high with piles of paperwork that need to be filed, to a small unfinished space in the attic. The fact that I chose that with great excitement because 'no one else can see my junk' tugged at my heart. Isn't that just human nature? I have spent a couple of weeks with my junk exposed to workers, friends and neighbors and now all I can think about is how to get it hidden away again.
Even in the treat of a facial my husband got for me on an overnight date last weekend a lesson was learned. The esthetician told me that I was using the appropriate amount of moisturizer, but my failure to cleanse deeply first meant I was just trapping the junk in my pores. "You have to deep cleanse," she preached. "Cleansing opens you up to receive what is coming next." Sometimes the spa can feel like church...
It is the Gospel story being told over and over in even the must mundane of life events. It is a reminder of the glory and wonder of the love of God. He loves this little housewife in Georgia enough that He meets me right in the reality of my ordinary daily life and shows me the Truth of Himself in a way that I can see it.
It's why He sent His Son to dwell among us. God doesn't desire to be hidden from us. He wants us to know Him and understand His pursuit of us!
There are unforgettable chapters of our lives where our world gets rocked by major things, but don't forget to look for Him in the quiet places too. He is there...calling for us even in sinkholes, disorganized paperwork clutter, dusty attics and garage messes.