Quiet for me can become a habit that’s hard to break and lately I’ve retreated into the semi-safety of silence.
And once I choose silence, I generally like to linger there for a while.
Maybe you’ve noticed or maybe it’s slipped by unrecognized. I’ve posted less these past few weeks and shared old devotionals rather than penning new ones.
Instead of writing, I’ve been watching with a hushed anticipation of what God will do.
But here I am today sharing a little of the story and my voice feels rusty from disuse.
This is part of our family testimony, though, and truly God has indeed been at work, so it’s time to tell you what God has done!
Our family has squeezed into our tiny home for years, adding children (4!!!) without adding bedrooms or square footage.
We’ve talked often about moving, but the timing was never right for this reason or that reason. Maybe we weren’t sure about a job issue or where we should move to. So we waited.
But in January, the very day I put away the Christmas decorations, I started working on Project “Move Our Family.”
It’s been a process, that’s for sure! We have purged and organized and moved boxes into storage. We have painted walls neutral colors, taken down family photos, and replaced flooring and trim. We have fixed and spruced up, cleaned and donated endless bags of “extras” to the thrift store.
We felt God’s “go” and “go”we did.
Then, like the crazy people we sometimes are, we put our house on the market just before performance week in our latest community theater production, which is pretty much as busy as busy people can get.
And it sold.
That first day we put it on the market, there were torrential rains and three couples braved the mud and the downpour to come see our house.
I told my kids, “No one who sees our house in this horrid wet is going to want to buy it.”
I was wrong.
A few days later, we had a contract on our house and we had to find a new place to live.
And we did, that very day, and we are excited about the blessing of this new home.
It’s been this huge, potentially overwhelming, certainly life-changing adventure that has rolled along in simplicity. One need taken care of, and then another, and then another.
I can’t say exactly why I guarded this as some sacred secret, not daring to write it down just yet, but maybe it’s because when God is on the move you just stand back and watch. It’s not something you’re ready to talk about right away.
The prophet Habakkuk said it this way:
*The LORD is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him” (Habakkuk 2:20)
The glory of God defies description.
I haven’t been writing maybe, but I’ve been cleaning the oven and scrubbing showers. I’ve been packing boxes and wiping up every spot I can find on every surface in the house.
I feel a little like Peter may have felt in Luke 9 during the transfiguration when he saw the full glory of Christ:
Now Peter and those who were with him were heavy with sleep, but when they became fully awake they saw his glory and the two men who stood with him. 33 And as the men were parting from him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good that we are here. Let us make three tents, one for you and one for Moses and one for Elijah”—not knowing what he said (Luke 9:32-33 ESV).
Peter had no clue what he was saying or doing. It didn’t make perfect sense. He was simply overcome and thrown into restless movement because he was stirred to respond somehow!
I have been overcome, as well, and it’s hard some days to sit still.
Here’s the truth, my friends, God’s calling isn’t always like this.
You hear Him say “Go” or “Come” and it’s the beginning of a battle. The wait is long and wearying. Obstacles loom. Sometimes houses take forever to sell even when God is indeed in the moving.
Don’t give up if you know God is in this.
I’ve been there. In this past year, every blessing has felt like promised land ground I had to fight my heart out to win. There have been disappointments and there has been discouragement.
It’s been exhausting.
But there are also times when you take one tiny step of obedience and God takes care of every detail, every need, and you’re stunned into the silence of awe at God’s gracious care and mercy.
And the silence becomes a holy place where we rest in God’s goodness and marvel at who He is and what He has done.