It's super early right now as I write. In a moment, I will wake up my children to get them ready for camp. My husband? (It's weird to say it but I like it.) My husband is at his apartment and he needs to get his brother to airport. I have started writing down everything that I have to do in order to get it all right. There is lots to be done. It has begun the busyness of becoming a missus.
I know there are questions. How was the wedding? Are you going away? Where will we all live? I'll answer some of these type of questions. For the most part, I'm in prayer. I don't have all of the answers. Things are still in flux. For those of you who are planners, I know that you are biting your fingers for me. I am almost tempted to bite my fingers too. Makes me glad that I put those acrylic nails on. I probably wouldn't have any nails left.
The wedding was beautiful. It was planned in a matter of months at the tail end of this pandemic. I think we did pretty good. Geoff would say that there needed to be a little more food. I will say that there could have been more dancing. I couldn't dance as much as I really wanted to. The dress, and the bustle, and the girdle and the layers of fabric had a steam room going underneath my underneath. I promise you that when I stepped out of the dress, there was steam. For this reason, I didn't try and dance more than you know I could have. But at least I got to dance a little with people that love me and whom I love.
We are going away. It does not look like we planned. Sometimes, life doesn't have an itinerary. I mean, the Israelites didn't really have a list detailing what to do when God gave the okay to leave Egypt. They painted their doors with blood and waited. I feel like I'm a lot like those Israelites. They walked on dry land in the middle of the sea and got to the other side unscathed. As soon as they were over, the water came down on the Egyptians pursuing them. God delivered them out of Egypt, just like they prayed for. Not too long later, they are complaining that they should have stayed slaves. They didn't get the itinerary and felt that they needed one. They needed assurances. Faith is not about assurances, is it? Either you are going to trust or not going to trust.
What's going to happen next? Where will you live? What's going to happen with this and that? I didn't get an itinerary and I'm trying not to make a run back to Egypt, whatever that looks like in my life. I want to be one of the ones who trusts in God. So I'm in prayer. I'm attempting to read Paul Tripp and I'm doing the best I can with what I have. It's definitely not enough (she writes while smiling). I am okay with this. I know that God meets me where I am.
Some of you might not have gotten the itinerary. It's okay. Pray and try to trust that God has the wheel. It's hard work this trusting business. What if something goes wrong? Like what? Like the bottom falls out and you lose something and go through unsurmountable pain? Talking from experience. God stays with you in the fire. God will not leave you and He brings His peace with Him. It's almost like... crossing a sea, in the middle with enemies at my heels and making it through the other side. Now excuse me while I follow Jesus (my cloud by day and my pillar of fire by night). In the meantime, loud enough to be heard, PRAISE THE LORD!!!
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