|** This post was written at 10:30pm last night… get ready for some deep thoughts 😉 **
I’m typing this while sitting here wrapped in a blanket and scarf eating ice cream out of a mug (also known as a bowl in our household lately). We just spent the last 20 minutes trying to jump my car so we could move it to the side of our driveway in case the plow guy comes by during the snow storm tomorrow to help us out a little. I guess not moving your car for a few days in this weather wasn’t the best idea in the world.
So anyways, despite the fact I couldn’t feel my fingers and toes when we came inside–the car won by the way–I stood by the space heater and decided I still needed ice cream. And that’s why I’m here now, wrapped in a blanket with sweet moose-track goodness in front of me.
When I was washing dishes earlier today, I was thinking about how funny this transitional season of our lives looks. I forgot to pack bowls in our “temporary house” boxes, so we’ve been using the large mug pictured above and one of the three small glass pyrex containers I happened to set aside. There isn’t a dishwasher here, so we pretty much use the same items over and over…. I normally grab from the “drying dishes” pile before getting anything else out of the cabinets. So every day, sometimes twice a day, I wash the same plastic glasses, mugs, cutting board and pans. We don’t have an oven here, either, so we use pans often.
I’ve also been eating taco soup for the past…. 5 meals? Not breakfast, of course, and no… Jacob has only eaten it once. I’m not that horrible of a wife;). I made it in the crockpot on Monday for dinner while Jacob was away on his staff retreat, so I’ve had it for lunch and dinner since. Usually I take what’s left and freeze it in serving-sized portions for later, but it seemed like an easy meal to heat up on the stove… and I didn’t want to waste three out of my four bowls by letting them sit in the freezer.
Believe it or not, all of these random thoughts do tie together. At least for me. All of these little things, sometimes inconvenient things, are part of this great adventure. I want to remember this season of living in this hilarious and beautiful house, with most of our stuff still in boxes and the washing machine we usually can’t get to work. I want to remember how I reminded myself over and over again that we don’t have to be perfect, and neither does this place. I want to remember the small ways God showed me how big he is and how much he provides. This is our life, our journey with God and our story. And this small story is somehow woven into God’s much greater story, and isn’t that a beautiful thing??
I want to remember how we often don’t feel as if we have it all together (who does?!) and are constantly at the mercy of God, dependent completely on his wisdom and guidance. And I want to remember even after we move and get settled and have all of our “stuff” where we want it… that at one time, we were perfectly content (okay, almost perfectly content) eating our soup and ice cream out of a mug and pyrex container.
I hope God has been moving in your heart lately. It doesn’t have to be through big things. I’m praying you see him today and you feel the depth, the length, and the greatness of his love for you. It’s real. And it’s yours.