The last six weeks have been stressful, heart wrenching, emotional...
TEARFUL... TEARFUL... TEARFUL...
We are bone tired weary. The truth is, in my naivety, I never imagined this transition to zap us of all our energies for so long. I think it's probably the culmination of the last few...errr... let's say twenty years that has finally caught up with us. On June 1, 2011 we entered our twentieth year of small church ministry.
TWENTY YEARS.
We've been tossed about, hurt, used and used up, taken advantage of, taken for granted, and we have given until there has been nothing left to give.
NOTHING.
WORSE THAN EMPTY.
LITERALLY.
We have PURPOSELY given ourselves away...
WILLINGLY, because we were asked...
AGREEABLY, for the sake of the message.
THE MESSAGE... THE MESSAGE... THE MESSAGE...
The message that, both, Ironman and I are so completely passionate about... perhaps NOW MORE THAN EVER. The message that no matter what you have done or ever will do, no matter what has been done to you, no matter your social status high or low, what you look like, or what you feel... that GOD IS COMPLETELY NUTS ABOUT YOU. He loves you in your present shambles. He loves you in your I-have-it-all-together-ness. He loves you with all of your secrets, shame, pride, foolishness, arrogance, flaws, disappointments, failures, skills and the lack thereof. HE. JUST. LOVES. YOU.
HE LOVES YOU... HE LOVES YOU... HE LOVES YOU...
During the past twenty years, we have had many successes, failures, heartaches, and joys. We have known the deepest of friendships as well as the deepest of sorrows. We have tasted life, and have been ravaged by death. It was heart wrenching, yet relief when God began His relentless pursuit to call us to move... to move away from the only life our four children have ever known... to move away from being independent and move in with family... to move away from meaningful relationships, familiar people, a familiar town, climbing trees, corn fields, and ministry...
MINISTRY.
SIGH.
The internal struggle that I have had from believing we were called away from ministry has taken me by surprise. I know that my value is not wrapped up in being a pastor's wife. My value as a person, and my value before God has nothing to do with it, but I still felt a bit "stripped." I even struggled with the name of my blog. Would it be okay to remain "The Upside Down Pastor's Wife?" A wise friend of mine heard my heart. He told me that I am a "veteran" and I will always be a "Pastor's Wife." It is part of my story, and it will always be a part of who I am, so the name remains. :) I do believe that God is calling us to a time of REST, but when you are in the middle of the unknown about what is on the other side, it is humanly difficult to do. Our faith and trust have been challenged to the core in this transition. We know and believe fully that God has called us. We scooped up our family, loaded our entire lives into a moving truck and a trailer, stepped into our "Jordan" and moved 1200 miles across country. After five weeks, there are a FEW glimpses of the Promised Land. To be surrounded by family and having the love and support of my parents and grandma has been priceless. Our children have lived more life here in the past five weeks than they have lived in perhaps the last decade. They have gone fishing, hiking, biking, explored creeks, swamps, and forests. They've been collecting all of the hugs, kisses, and snuggles that Grammy and Papa Don have been storing away for them for months. Our kids have been breathing in the fresh mountain air and basking in the wonderful Colorado sunshine.
THE SUNSHINE HAS BEEN HEALING FOR ALL OF US...
Even with the strength we have received from the glimpses of the Promised Land, this past week I struggled with the fact that Ironman still has no job. I half-heartedly asked God where our Promised Land was. He whispered to my heart that sometimes the Promised Land looks differently than we imagine. He spoke softly to me that this is indeed the promised land for my children. As their mother, that should be "enough" for me... and it is.
WE HAVE SEEN "ENOUGH" OF THE PROMISED LAND TO KNOW WE STEPPED IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION.
JUST ENOUGH...
We continue to wait and trust that what God has for Ironman and myself will soon be within sight. Until then, we (try to) rest... we hope... we believe... that the message we so deeply believe in will again have an outlet to have a voice. Until then, all God really wants from us is to SEEK HIM...TRUST HIM...
TRUST HIM "ENOUGH" ON THE BANKS OF THE RAGING RIVER TO STEP, AND KEEP TRUSTING HIM "ENOUGH" TO CONTINUE WALKING THROUGH THE RIVERBED TO THE SHORE ON THE OTHER SIDE.
"The Jordan is waiting for me to cross through. My heart is aging, I can tell. So Lord, I'm begging for one last favor from you. Here's my heart. Take it where you will. This life has shown me how we're mended and we're torn. How it's okay to be lonely as long as you're free. Sometimes my ground was stony, and sometimes covered with thorns. And only You could make it what it had to be." (Rich Mullins)
