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It’s Okay That It’s Hard

It’s Okay That It’s Hard

There are some big changes headed the Austins’ way. They are good changes and I am super excited about them. I’ve been feeling a little bit like I did on the first day of classes at Azusa Pacific. I was seventeen years old and a thousand miles from home, sitting in my dorm room on the second floor of Adams’ West. I remember sitting up that first morning as I prepared for my very first college class (which happened to be Badminton, fur real) and thinking, “That saying ‘this is the first day of the rest of your life’ is literally true today.” I felt the same way any number of times since that fateful morning at APU: my wedding day, first day in the classroom, starting at the church, moving to Bend, but this is a big one because it’s been a looooong time coming. It’s got me a bit anxious and a lot excited about the next few months, to see what the rest of my life will be.

Tomorrow morning Glenn and I leave for a business trip to New York. I’ve never been to New York so the traveler in me is thrilled. (Although did you know the Statue of Liberty is closed? Not even kidding.) We’ll be gone for a two-week training session for our next business project. Which is great. I love to travel. I love to go to school. (I know, there’s something wrong with me.) And I am shamefully excited about controlling the TV clicker myself in the evenings. So things are looking pretty rosy from my seat right now.

But I’m also kind of anxious. We have a routine that we’ve settled into, here in our household of four. Dad and I get up and sit and read and drink coffee in the mornings and that will likely change. I prepare meals with little regard for prep time and we eat whenever dinner is ready and that will likely change. I talk to Cathy on the phone for ridiculous amounts of time and that will likely change. I run in the middle of the day when it’s light and easy and that will have to change. And these changes, while not unreasonable or even demanding really, have me feeling a little uneasy. Did I mention I’m not a fan of change? What has me really anxious though is how quickly mom is changing these days. I worry about what I will miss during these two weeks away. Will she still know me when I get back? If things feel like they’re changing from day to day when I’m here, how will it feel to miss two weeks of days?!?

I started Ruthless Trust last night by Brennan Manning. (Love it already! I think I’ve underlined at least half of what I’ve read so far. Promise to post about it soon!) It’s got me thinking about the steps that brought us here: about belief and trust and other risky behaviors that Christ-followers learn to do. It reminded me of something Beth Moore said in her study, Believing God. She talked about the heroes of our faith that are listed in Hebrews 11, about how each one was listed not because of the great things they accomplished–buildings built, programs launched, riches banked–but because they believed what God said and acted on it. And here’s the thing that made me weep with relief: it wouldn’t have taken a bit of faith if it had been easy. If what God called them to was effortless and simple, following it wouldn’t have taken any belief. So you and I have permission for it to be hard when we walk by faith. So many times we think God’s will=easy and painless but that’s, well, delusional. I carried around so much guilt when we were getting ready to leave Bend–I didn’t want to leave but I felt like we were supposed to and the tension between those two convictions was tearing me apart. To read that it was okay, even right, that it was hard, was sweet release for me.

So I’m grabbing hold again. I am believing that God is who He says He is, that we have been seeking His will, that we’ve sought the advice of Godly people who know us well, and we’re moving forward. And it may will probably be hard. And that’s okay.


Hope and Light and a Well-deliberated Plan…

Hope and Light and a Well-deliberated Plan…

It’s happened again. You know those times when everywhere you turn the same message comes at you. So here I am again.

Every once in a while the out-of-my-controlness of my situation backs up on me. Most of the time I’m fine but sometimes, not so much. Every once in a while I allow the circumstances of my life to dictate to my emotions and that is never good. If I could get the timing right, it would be a fantastic prompt for my running–nothing sounds so good as getting out and away and active when I am feeling completely out of control–but of course somehow I only pitch a nutty after dark.

But I am reminded this morning, in the light of day, that despite the fact that nothing feels quite right to me, God is still in control. And even though I push and strain against our current situation, I am confident that this is exactly where we should be. I was reminded by my morning reading from Bread for the Journey. Here’s what Mr. Nouwen had to say today:

Enough Light for the Next Step
Often we want to be able to see into the future. We say, ‘How will next year be for me? Where will I be five or ten years from now?’ There are no answers to these questions. Mostly we have just enough light to see the next step: what we have to do in the coming hour or the following day. The art of living is to enjoy what we can see and not complain about what remains in the dark. When we are able to take the next step with the trust that we will have enough light for the step that follows, we can walk through life with joy and be surprised at how far we go. Let’s rejoice in the little light we carry and not ask for the great beam that would take all shadows away.

And my sweet friend, Lesli, posted this on facebook today…what a fantastic reminder!

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope in the power of the Holy Spirit. – Romans 15;13

Love that word: hope.

Last spring (and if I’m honest, summer) I did Beth Moore’s James study. In it she included a list of reasons to submit to God based on James 4:7. The one I claimed and have honestly wandered through the house mumbling is this:

He knows the well-deliberated plan for your life and how all things must fall into place for you to fulfill your destiny. So submit to God.

Love that phrase: well-deliberated plan.

So today I am thankful for the little light that I carry with me: enough to see me through today. I am confident that God has a well-deliberated plan for my life and is unsurprised by my current circumstance. I have His hope and accompanying joy and peace. So grateful.