Wednesday, March 23, 2011
"I write your address in pencil because your family is always on the move," my loved one said pointedly. The words stung for a moment, even though I knew they were true. In the course of our marriage, Marty and I have packed up and moved many times. Sometimes the moves were exciting, others painful. Always, moving required faith and a lot of work. I am tired of moving and I sometimes feel as though we are tent dwellers.
Most of the time, I rest assured in the fact that my future rests with God. Other days, however, I confess my heart grows heavy as I ponder the uncertainties before me. On days like today, when my heart desperately yearn for a permanent home, I lay myself humbly before God. I ask for strength. I beg for assurance. And in His love, I am gently reminded that my home lies with Him. I am "looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God." (Hebrews 11:10 NIV)
But today, I wait in my tent. Somewhere between the reality of what has been and the dream of what tomorrow shall bring is where you will find me camped. Only God knows when or if I shall be instructed to pull up stakes. As I wait on His plans for our family to unfold, my eyes are fixed on my Heavenly Father. He has a history of taking care of tent dwellers like me. Looking through my Bible, I find that I am in good company.
Like Abraham, one who picked up his tent and followed God to a new land, I hope to be found faithful as I wait for God's direction and provision. And though I am not exactly comfortable in my circumstances, I am slowly learning to place my security in God alone. For "unless the LORD builds the house, the builder labors in vain." (Psalm 127:1 NIV)
You are the One true God. Your plans for us are always good. At times, we cling too tightly to the temporary things of this world. Help us to submit every area of our lives to you. See in us those places where we might be hanging on too tightly, and help us to trust in You alone.
Reflection: How are you a tent dweller?