Lifting the State of Limbo

If this were my last day on earth, I'd die a happy woman.  God has placed us in a really interesting little state of limbo for the last six months or so.  And with every passing day, the limbo-intensity has increased.  We have a general idea of what's coming, but no idea when it will happen.  We're ready.  We're waiting.  All of our loose ends are tied. We're trying not to commit to anything more than two weeks in advance.  This is a strange place to be.  And, of course, God is using it to shape and remold us.

Lately, I've felt He's been giving me some pretty creative lessons in humility.  I've been having to eat my words or apologize for mistakes I never dreamed I'd make.  I've been beaten to the ground and gotten to the point where I realized my cup was empty--I called out to the Lord: "Coach...I've got nothin' left.  This is it.  I'm done." And after He let me wallow in my own self pity for an hour or two, He called me to commune with Him, He picked me up and told me that I've lived my entire life with nothing.  This has never changed.  Yet I have everything...in Him.  He is the one who has seen me through this crazy path and He's the one who will lead me through the rest until, eventually, He calls me home.  That's the good news, folks.  If we move to Vienna in two weeks or six months (I have the urge to bang my head on the desk, just writing that) He is the one who will take us there. 

So, this day? Is no longer a day in limbo.  It is His day.  This weekend is His weekend.  Not time wasted, waiting for the next step.

Today was an ordinary day.  We ran errands while God's sweet sunshine fell on our heads and warmed our hearts. At every stop we made, we were either greeted by someone who knew us by name--who knew our story--or met a new friend and learned a part of theirs.  We may be leaving this community, but I won't stop enfolding myself in it until the moment I am gone--in this city and the next and into the beyond.