Wow! does moving turn everything upside down and inside out. It's fun, but even though the house is pretty much put together (well, the visible parts of it anyway), it takes awhile for the living, breathing parts of it to settle in.
That would be me.
I wake up every day with sort of a loose plan in my head of how the day will go, and I have yet to have it go according to that plan.
Oh well. Flexibility is something I've learned a bit of during the past year. I'm still not super bendy, but I'm definitely more flexible and less like to break than I was a year ago.
All that to say that the basement is still kind of scary. Even though the pens and pencils and highlighters and scissors and 20 bottles of school glue are all now neatly separated into their own bins. My craft table is no where near craft ready. But I'm just not going to worry about it. It'll get there when it gets there.
(See? Such progress!)
Instead, I've sat out on the grass on a giant blanket and visited with friends in the shade while eating popsicles, sat on the deck with Toben in the morning to have just one more cup of coffee, sat on the couch and caught up with other friends, watched my girls and their friends run all around the backyard and out the gate with buckets and cups in hand to catch little fish in the creek behind the house, sat in my chair and just looked and looked and looked around my house, gone to a friends' house for brunch to meet her newest daughter and catch up with other friends there.
And all that sitting and catching up is way more important than whatever's waiting in the basement.
And it is Monday and I have been hanging on to Ephesians 1:8 these past couple of weeks: "How well he understands me and knows what is best for me at all times." The other one that's been sticking in my head is this one, which is going to be my Memory Monday verse this week:
When it comes right down to it, good isn't good enough. I want God's BEST. And so I'm going to have to continually lay down my own desire to control this, that, and everything else and let him do it.
He's the blessed controller. Not the mean controller. Not the confining controller. Not the nit-picky controller. The blessed controller.
Of all things. Not just big things. Not just small things. Of all things.
And so to come back again to the lesson he's been teaching me again and again these past months: I can trust him no matter what.
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The loose plan for today? Go for a run. Eat breakfast on the deck. Call the trash company. Call Mom. Help Audrey do her laundry. I hesitate to put the basement on the list because I have everyday and it hasn't happened. So we'll just wait and see. It'll be what it is and no matter what, God is the blessed controller of it!