our story

The sky is grey, the air is cool and damp, the middle child is napping, and the eldest is sitting next to me sipping tea out of his little espresso cup. It’s a sweet and cozy morning.

We’re unpacked as much as we’re going to be for now, and it’s good. We don’t know where we’re heading next or when that next step will arrive, but it’s nice to have a place to pause. As one friend said, “See it as camping…”, which makes sense.

I’ve noticed something in myself these past couple of years. When we began our ‘new life journey’, there was this sense of adventure and romance. Even though everything was uncertain and crazy, there was the zest of ‘this is our life!’ and the thrill of the moment and the chase. Somewhere along the way, however, I’ve shifted into ‘coping mode’; make it through this season, get past this time, just push past this month or that event or this stage. Somehow, somewhere, I began focusing on the cultural value of that home and that settled stage and that ‘be DONE’ attitude.

But that’s not what we’re about. That’s not our story.

Our story is one of seeking. Seeking what is True, what is Good, what is Beautiful.
Our story is one of building. Building a home (between houses). Building boys.
Our story is one of redemption. Redeeming our vows. Our hopes. Our heritage and family.
Our story is one of discovery. Discovering dreams. Discovering our selves.
Our story is one of mystery. A mysterious God. Shadowed paths. Changing conclusions.

I don’t want to lose the thrill of our story. I don’t want to rush to the end and miss all those suspense-filled middle pages. I don’t want to console myself with a story that is not my own.

So here’s to remembering the adventure, regaining the romance, and re-awakening to the beauty of these unique and ridiculous pages. With gratitude. With hope. With deep contentment.

4 Responses to “our story”
  1. Melanie says:

    Oh friend, in light of our conversation yesterday, this post really moved me. Yes, the norm or the settling is not your story. Or, shall I say that as believers it is none of our stories. Didn’t Abraham and Moses Roam? Didn’t the Son of Man wonder where to lay His head? Your post reminds me of that very thought! That we are sojourners. This earth is not home. And you are living that example for me.

    Love you!

  2. Love this.

    I’ve been struggling too with wanting to settle down into our “real life.” But like Melanie said, being in transition gives us the constant (if uncomfortable) reminder that our home is not here, and never will be, not even if the Lord lets us have our dream homes and every earthly thing is in perfect order.

    *sigh* 🙂

  3. Jaralei says:

    Hear hear. Well said.

  4. langsamleben says:

    Thank you for this beautiful post and the reminder to live our own stories and appreciate what we have now instead of waiting for the “happily ever after” part.

Thoughts? Comments? Hmm....

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

  • Blog Stats

    • 100,335 hits
  • Top Rated

%d bloggers like this: