Wednesday, November 26, 2014

May the God of hope fill you

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

What a foolish thing, to overflow with hope. Pollyanna, or worse- blind, ignorant, privileged.

Sometimes my image of God is contorted. Sometimes He is a hand-wringing, eye-rolling Boss, sarcastic and nervous and ready to shut the whole place down.

When I begin thinking about God that way I know I have wandered far from Him.

I return to Lazarus.
Jesus wept, even as he was about the raise Lazarus from the dead.

I remember a God who feels and weeps, who took up our infirmities and bore our diseases, who touches us and is touched by us.

God who calls forth the starry host,
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing. Isaiah 40:26
The same Spirit which calls out Abba, Father
Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out“Abba, Father.”
Maybe our minds are too small to comprehend both the power and tender mercy of God at the same time. But maybe this is what hope is- both to weep, and to wait in expectation.

Only in Christ can we live in this fallen world overflowing with hope.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

"living has yet to be generally recognized as one of the arts" -Karl de Schweinitz


We bought a little house. I hesitate to call it little because of course little is so relative. Let's just say I got rid of a lot of stuff to move in here. It's just right. It's a near replica of the Little Dream House we looked at last spring, just down the street but yet to be updated. We are working on that. 

I worried some about the size. I really love having friends in and playdates and our rental was a big house and made that so easy. We won't stop, we will just have to be a little more creative. 

Also, we homeschool. We are at home A Lot.

Right now the thing I'm enjoying most about the house is it's smallness. I like our together. I like that all of our spaces are fully used, right down to the basement laundry which is also now our craft room. I like the challenge of making this work. 

Mostly, this move makes me fall in love all over again with home. Having a home, making a home, being at home. After all of our stuff was sorted, sold or donated, packed and unpacked, I think about how what I love most has nothing to do with a place you move into or out of. All of the things which I spent weeks organizing, packing, moving, thinking about- an entire truck full of things- do not compare to the sound of a flame under the tea kettle. A bath running. The smell of garlic and onions cooking. A hug around the neck as we sit reading. 

I am so thankful for home.