Under construction again! No, not the blog, though it desperately needs it.
It hit me at about 6:30 this morning that we are in the middle of a major remodel around here. Long held rhythms and routines are being upset, torn out. Pieces of our life that we have held like warm blankets of security are being stripped away. We are left feeling bar, insecure, exposed and uncertain.
Some dear friends are in the middle of remodeling their house. Their home is beautiful and welcoming. It is a wonderful warm place that I have spent many hours cooking and enjoying wonderful fellowship. When my husband told me he was tearing out the hardwood floors in their dining room, I felt some sort of pain. I asked if the floors could be salvaged.
Isn’t that so like us to cling desperately to the old familiar with fists clenched tightly, unable to receive and make way for what is new, useful and expedient for this time in our lives.
Isaiah 43:19 Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.