Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Isn't it wild how everything always seems to happen at once?
I mean, on the vast majority of Tom's typical days off, you'll find us sitting (reclining like slugs) in our Cozy Room, pondering that vital question, "Which of our two Netflix movies will we watch first?"
Or I'll turn to his recliner from my own and say, "Tom, we need to find new hobbies. Or just go someplace. This is pathetic. We are pathetic."
So either our life is like that, or it's like it is now.
Our house is up for sale. I have to keep it clean all the time. We have plans to move to Richmond, but nothing is on paper. We may have to move to a rental somewhere here first. Tom is flying out to California next week to meet with his family and help decide where his parents should live (of course, that means Tom's planning his itinerary to the millisecond and getting everything in triplicate). After I drop him off at the airport, I'll drive back here (40 minutes, the slow, sane back route I take) and meet with the real estate lady for our open house. While Tom's gone, I'll be keeping this house clean for showings (and repairing a few things, too), pouring through Richmond real estate online, packing, and I'll be meeting with a woman from a listserv I've been part of for 7 years for a book-related outing (but that's a fun thing I can hardly wait for!). And of course there's the thing where I'm totally overhauling our diet, going organic and trying to learn all there is to learn about nutrition (which involves unlearning a whole heck of a lot of stuff). And I'm not even mentioning that McCartney The Cat, had to go to the doctor for a tooth absess and giving her an antibiotic each night is like force-feeding a toddler spinach (ever seen a cat hold its breath and then purposely drool out all the medicine you gave it?).
It's like going from 0 to 60. From one life to a whole other one.
But you know? This is good for me. It's good to be tested on all I have shared with you here, to be challenged: will I choose my ideas or His? Will I lose my joy and thus lose my strength? It's good for me to see for myself just how real and strong my peace is--or isn't. The places where it can too easily be punctured. And it's good for me to be reminded that this is how many of you live every single day... with that Life-is-just-one-long-merry-go-round-ride feeling.
Because sometimes I forget. But trust me, lately I've been reminded. Oh, how I've been reminded!
John 14:27 ... "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
Ones peace should not be a fragile sort of thing.