My favorite sunsets are those that aren’t perfectly clear. I much prefer the messy ones – those with a few storm clouds that make the light bounce around in pinks and purples and oranges. And then there are the moments when it’s raining AND the sun is shining, and rainbow beauty stripes the sky.
Transitions are weird and awkward and uncomfortable. They are also full of unknowns, and for a couple of type A, first borns, this is a hard truth.
- When will the house go on the market?
- When will it sell?
- Where will we live out there?
- When do you leave?
In the midst of a cross-country move, we are asking these questions and others are asking these questions of us. Unfortunately, the honest answer over and over is, “We don’t know.”
I find myself saying these words aloud, “Moving is stressful. God is faithful.” Because here’s the rub, these two truths live in tension during big life changes – during transition.
The stressors are real – the volume of work, the spinning of plates, the questions, the many many texts from friends wanting one last get together (I’m sorry that so many of those are unanswered at the moment). Saying that everything is great would be a big, fat lie. We are tired and wishing we had concrete answers to all the questions.
Along with that acknowledgement comes an equally important truth: God is faithful.
When my stress says: this is the wrong time of year to sell a house, I remember that God’s timing is perfect. The delay in listing the house is not news to Him. He is not constrained by the calendar.
When my stress says: I don’t know the times and dates for this, I remember that God gives me light for my path. If you’ve ever walked in the dark, holding a flash light, you know that the light helps you take the next step. It doesn’t illuminate the horizon.
When my stress says: how will we move our 13 year old dog, I remember that God is a God of the details. If He sees and cares when the sparrow that falls from its nest and if He knows the ever changing number of hairs on my head, He knows and loves my neurotic, old labrador. He knew about this detail before He put this move in motion. He has a plan for her and I need to wait for Him to provide the solution because He has one.
When my stress says: how will we ever find a house in a market as crazy as Portland’s, I remember that God determines the boundaries of where we live. (Acts 17:26)
Times of stress aren’t at odds with our faith. It’s in those circumstances that we dig in, rely more fully, see God more completely.
Moving is stressful. God is faithful.