Crazy Is Our Normal
We’re moving…again. We knew we’d have to move sometime this fall, but a few factors moved up the time table, and we suddenly found ourselves driving around town last week looking for a place to rent.
Even though a cross-town move isn’t that ridiculous in the grand scheme of life (even with the impending birth of our firstborn son), life isn’t exactly calm around here. Crazy is just our normal.
We’re studying through Philippians at church, and as I reflect on the myriad of reactions I could have to potentially stressful situations swirling around us, I keep coming back to 1:12: “Now I want you to know, brothers, that what has happened to me has really served to advance the gospel.”
May that be my knee-jerk reaction to complications of life. I confess it isn’t often the first.
While there are many details to be dealt with as we move and take on some new roles in life and work and ministry, I pray that I would care less about how inconvenienced something might make me and care more about how Jesus can be lifted up in the situation.
Do my words to others about life’s realities reflect honestly laced with trust in his faithfulness? Am I being intentional to care for and love new neighbors? Am I allowing Him to refine my heart through prayer and his word?
God certainly isn’t blind to the harsh realities of our lives, and he doesn’t ask us to be either. Learning to trust him and honor him through it (not outside it) is where worship becomes a genuine outflow of our hearts and not just a mental assent from our lips.