Nearly all our worldly goods are spread between a barn and a garage. For the past three months we've been living with the essentials and little more. It's been a season of change; of waiting, and more waiting. In fact, it's been a season that's spanned three: Fall, Winter & now Spring.
I'm no stranger to change. I may not always be a fan of it, but I've come to appreciate the familiar Recipe that always seems to result in the enlarging of my heart, if not my boundaries.
- 1/4 part adventure
- 1/4 part opportunity
- 1/4 part faith-building
- 1/4 part exasperation
As with any recipe, ingredients matter. They're designed to compliment each other in order to achieve a desired outcome. In a very real sense, they work together for good. In my life, they have been the means by which God grows me; matures me. Alter them and risk an undesirable outcome. Fight them and risk a handicap.
If nothing ever changed,
there'd be no butterflies.
This I know: I have a good inheritance. It makes the Season of Change my favorite because it stymies my notions of hunkering down and/or getting rigid; of resisting. It puts flesh on the bones of what I know to be true: the best is always future; always yet to come.
I press on to take hold of that for which
Christ Jesus took hold of me.
Brothers and sisters, I do not consider
myself yet to have taken hold of it.
But one thing I do: Forgetting what is
behind and straining toward what is ahead,
I press on toward the goal to win the price
for which God has called me heavenward
in Christ Jesus.
~ Philippians 3:12-14