"To everything there is a season..." ... Ecclesiastes 3:1
"Sometimes you just have to dance to the music that's playing." ... Seeley Booth on Bones.
When we moved to Hobbit Cottage it was to escape, really, Life on the big ol', bad ol' farm where, instead of simplicity, we found complication growing on all 4 acres. Our new tiny home was a temporary reprieve place where we'd remain until we recovered from our farm days or until Tom found a job again--whichever came first.
Lately I'm thinking God's gonna keep us here in Hobbit Cottage forever.
Well, until we move into an old folks' home or Heaven, whichever--again--comes first. And I've been quiet lately while sitting on the red couch asking myself, "Can I accept that? Am I truly okay with this 860 sq. ft. house with woefully few closets and limited standing room upstairs being my last home of my own on Earth?"
I haven't yet said yes because it also means accepting that I'm no longer 35 and able to move mountains of laundry. Or paint whole rooms and rearrange their furniture then step outside to mow the lawn before returning to make a big dinner--all in an afternoon.
Basically, I still haven't accepted, graciously, that I've slowed down.
Nor have I accepted that, gulp, I would come to resent even my dream house, (that is, if I even survived the move into it), for its extra rooms which would constantly nag me to clean them or zap our bank account (and my pride) because of the need to hire Cleaning Pixies to scrub them when I couldn't keep up. Or just didn't want to.
True acceptance is a process, it must be examined like a diamond with its facets, all flaws noticed, and is never completed in only one day.
But there is good news. God's telling me my own personal seasons are changing--again. True, I'm no longer 35, but He's rotating things around to show me who I'm becoming: what I enjoy now, but didn't before. What I can still do and what I must humble myself and ask for help to do. How I need to accept these changes before I can make exciting new discoveries. How I can still find creative solutions for problems, but will need to discover them in unique-to-me, more patient ways.
And how He is still here to walk me through all this.
If you don't get being all about decorating/creativity/houses (since you were, like, 12), you might not understand this post. You might leave comments telling me to get a grip, there are other things in life.
But if you'll, instead, plug in whatever you are most passionate about--and face its loss--maybe you will get it. And I think we all 'of a certain age' can comprehend letting go of some dreams and activities we previously found simple... and knowing we must accept these changes if we wish to continue our journey with joy.
Go carrying your suitcases of unresolved issues and unforgiveness and then joy, most likely, will hide behind trees.
"No, in all these things we are more than conquerors...." ...Romans 8:37
“Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it.”
― Ann Landers
“And the beauty of a woman, with passing years only grows!”
― Audrey Hepburn
Trust me--I'm grateful for this little house with golden trees and a river outside our windows (for nearly 15 years at Autumn Cottage we had a brick wall on one side, a fluorescent-blue one on the other). The real estate ad for our house 3 years ago stated this was a pretty corner lot--and how true that was. And how easily I can believe that--if we must live here 'forever'--God was sweet enough to place us at such a nice spot.
Oh, and on another more positive note, I'd lowered my dosage of Vitamin D3 to 2,000 units, thinking, "Hey, it's summer. I'll get enough sun." Then I sat in the shade and inside a lot. (Brilliant, right?)
So after reading last week that Vitamin D3 is great at combating muscle weakness, I went back to 4,000 units (divided doses) and what a difference! My muscles are now more inclined to keep up with my energy level. Whew.
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