In the early days of my marriage, I couldn’t write unless it was quiet. Even noises drifting in from outside bothered me. Fortunately, our neighborhood is pretty quiet, so I managed to get some pages written. Less than two years later, our first daughter was born, and less than two years after that, our second daughter joined our family.
Our house has not been quiet for a long time, but I’m writing more than ever. Things have changed. Now, my husband sometimes takes the girls out to do something fun while I write. He sends me a text message asking how it’s going. Often, my reply is “I’m barely getting started. The house is too quiet.”
Who would have guessed?
The very thing that distracted me from writing back then is what I thrive on now—noise, activity, life. I dread the “empty nest” because I know I will have to make the transition yet again, from writing in a home bustling with laughter, chatter, and fun to finding my way in the silence. Isn’t it funny how things change?
I dread the effect that the kids’ growing up and moving out will have on my writing, but there are other things that will be affected too:
But when those are gone, my home will also be missing:
The more I think about it, the more I realize that to eliminate the things that irritate me, I have to get rid of even more that brings me great joy.
I think I’ll learn a lesson from my writing time and quit being so hasty to wish away the days I have left with my children. They’ll be gone all too soon.
Faithfulness. We have come to expect God to be faithful to us. To bless us. To keep us. To protect us. To provide our needs. He is always faithful. I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken, nor His seed begging bread.
But what do you do to show your faithfulness to God? We live in a day and time where everything is in a “hurry up” mode. More and more people are forsaking the assembly of each other in a church setting. I know that our church is not the only one who has several so called “members”, who seem to only come when they “feel” like it, or need something. I’m sure Jesus didn’t “feel” like going to the cross for me or you. He knew what He was going to go through. But His love for us out-weighed His physical situation.
We go to movies, ballgames, parties, etc., and sit for hours sometimes, but then say that church takes too long? There is something terribly wrong with that picture. Then there are those who show up just to say they went, then leave early. Sometimes before the preacher ever begins his message. To me, this is rude. Disrespectful to God, the pastor, and short cutting your spirit. I know that going to church doesn’t make you a Christian, but it helps to feed your spirit and get a renewal of His Spirit.
“Lord, forgive me and help me to not forsake You and Your presence. I don’t want to take for granted the opportunity that You have given me to come before You, with my brothers and sisters in You. Help me to be faithful to You as You have ALWAYS been faithful to me.”