Time stopped for me today. Rather, the Lord stopped me in the midst of time continuing.
I have been unpacking the last bit of things today since moving into the new home 2 weeks ago and trying to find a place for everything to go. I finally got to the place where I was going to organize my desk and ALL of the things that are related to office/desk stuff. Since I don't have a work office anymore I have what seems like a never ending amount of stuff between what I already had at home and what I brought home from work!! (On a side note, I was so very happy to find a place to hang my diplomas in the house. :) I think it would have depressed me to have had to put them in the attic or storage)
Anyways, so I was moving stuff around and walked to one side of my room and then turned around and just stopped and looked down on the mess and was flooded with life again. All in that instant I missed work and the people at work. I missed the organization of "doing work". I was looking at things that had it's place for almost 4 years at work and now I'm trying to find a new place for it in my home. My home that is new to me, also. Family stuff is going on and I was overcome by the emotions of that. Things are coming together with the plans of Africa in January and I was overcome with the goodness and faithfulness and sweetness of the Lord. All of that at once.
I just fell to my knees. I couldn't help it, I was there before I knew what was going on. That's where I found my self crying out the Lord. All I could say was His name...Jesus...oh, Jesus over and over again.
Familiarity is so deceiving. Every part of my earthly body cries out for it. While it is not bad in and of itself, it is when it is desired more than Christ Himself. What a sanctifying reminder.
In that moment I was reminded that in Christ I am ALWAYS home...in His Love and His Favor and His perfect, self sacrificing blanket of Peace. If I am where He wants me than there is no other place I want to be. Today, that was on my knees crying out to Him in the middle of my mess in my room.
As I opened my eyes and looked up this is what I saw:
Little miss Ruthie (ok, maybe not so little anymore) sprawled out and perfectly content in that same mess. What a simple and sweet reminder that it's all a matter of perspective. Maybe I should try to sprawl out and enjoy myself a litttttle bit more in the midst of what seems like a mess sometimes! :)Jess
