There’s thriving on the excitement of the moment. The anticipation of the big day on my lips and on my heart. The countdown. 96 jam-packed days left.
But I have a little secret. That day is going to be massively exciting, life altering as we step into the unknowns. But that day will pass. Just like the others have.
Friends, I get most excited about sinking into the ordinary in Mozambique. That’s where my heart thrives to be. And I know the ordinary is not Disney World. It’s not hyped up newness. It’s just living.
I still remember the butterflies of our upcoming wedding. All the planning was intense and yet wonderful. But I told him the truth that what I looked forward to and still do enjoy the most is just doing the normal with him. Days of just regular old Joe grocery store trips, trips to the bank, and driving to and fro. Just hand in hand walking through life’s less exciting days is really my delight.
I desired most just to hold each little lady, while pregnant, and just sink into the normalcy of spit-up rags and dirty diapers. The normalcy of toddler tantrums and sharing conflicts. The everyday.
That’s where my heart desires to be. That’s just how I’m wired. I love the beauty in the non-hyped, nothing to write home about mundane. (Keep reading, I’m not completely insane…. yet. Ha!)
This Africa planning is wonderful. And stressful. And a new challenge. The beginning of an adventure of a lifetime.
And yet my heart also longs for that quiet place on the other side of the ocean, which I know won’t be quiet at all and yet in my heart will be. It’s that same quiet place God has taught me to embrace here serving at our church. Nope, nothing is perfect. Yes, there will always be some kind of discomfort and some kind of growing and some kind of moment to rise to the challenge. There will be super hard days in the world of the mundane, the world of the ordinary. There will be days I cry myself to sleep and I feel helpless. There have been those days here so why would I not expect them to be there? And there will be a whole floodgate of new that I don’t have any idea how to prepare for and really can’t. But that’s a part of the beauty in the normal. It’s predictably unpredictable. It’s ordinarily extraordinary. It’s beautifully mundane. It’s just life.
And it’s a gift.
Even when I need to adjust to seeing it as such, it’s still a gift.
I am thankful for the gift. For God gives that which is best. He knows me better than I know myself. And each day is a gift.
I am praying He continues to teach me how to receive better.
To rest in Him better.
To worship Him better… right in the middle of the everyday.
To exalt Him and glorify Him and pour out for Him.
Lord, help me to make that today’s legacy.