Mole Hills, Not Mountains

From CONTENTMENT to the irritation of mole hills…. but they are not mountains!  Oh, at three in the morning the mole hills could very easily have turned into the emotional impasse of mountains, but they did not.  Mole hills, all the challenges of camp trailer living and adjustments that need to be made, and then at that ungodly hour of 3 a.m. remembering something that I was supposed to do nearly two or three weeks ago concerning the house I am selling, and the final battle ax of the mind turned to the old, but reoccurring nightmare of concerns over finances.  In the darkness of night, one never knows how the Enemy can attack and how the mind can become paranoid.  These irritations the size of mole hills could have very easily have become the arduous climb up a full scale mountain, but they did not because of one little word repeated numerous times until I finally fell asleep.  The word: Jesus!  

Mole hills and even mountains are all a part of life.  We cannot escape them.  They are not punishment.  They do not come our ways because we have done something wrong (at least most of the time), but they are a part of life and they become the ingredients that God uses to shape us, mold us, transform us.

The following morning during my quiet time, looking at the above mountains, the following was God’s word to me from his written Word:

Though the Lord may give you the bread of adversity and                                                 the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide                                                    himself any more, but your eyes shall see your Teacher.                                                  And when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left,                                            your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying,                                                                “This is the way; walk in it.”                                                                                               Isaiah 30:20-21

 

New Beginnings

    My “New Home.”  No, it is not mine, definitely not mine, but rather Jim and Becky Grall’s from Grace Lutheran in Des Moines, WA.  It will be my home, located in the back yard of my sister and brother-in-law’s in Sequim, for quite a few months while “my new home” is being built.

Some people do not like change at all.  They will fight it, avoid it at all cost, and so they stay cemented, hopefully happily cemented, in their routine and in their location for most of their lives. Other people long for change, would “give anything” for the opportunity for a change in their lives, but for whatever the reason they remain wedged into the puzzle making no movement.  For other people, such as the millions of people in Texas, change has been forced upon them, and it is an unwelcome intrusion, disaster.

I have stepped off into the unknown and uncertain future and for me it is a somewhat radical change.  My home of seven years is now identified as “Sale Pending.” My trailer home” is temporary, but so is life itself.  It feels as if I am just learning how to walk for the first time…exciting but scary, uncertain but hopeful, anticipatory.

One might think that I have stepped off the cliff into the future because I was unhappy with my previous life, but that is not so.  Logic and comfort and even family circumstances  would have dictated “stay put,” but the inner spirit said “It is time,” and so I stepped into the future.  For me, faith and life is a journey that propels one into the future, often times an uncertain future and yet there is another word that is imprinted in my mind: CONTENTMENT.

Yes, contentment in the face of uncertainty,                                                         contentment in the face of the unknown,                                                                  contentment in the face of feelings of dis-ease and even confusion,                       contentment no matter what life might bring.

Why?  How can that be?  Contentment is not based on external circumstances but rather the sure and certain trust that my life is more than the external, it is a life lived in the presence of our Triune God, and that is enough.

I hope to share my thoughts, my life, my journey through this blog on at least a weekly basis.  I welcome comments.