Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The Uprooting :: Golden Threads for the Journey {Part 6}

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

As much as this is a golden thread, it is, I pray, as woven with all of the other golden threads, a golden perspective.

Though it is a lonely and a longing peace, I can say I do have this peace in these days as I cling to this truth, this sixth golden thread ::

It ALL takes time AND DON’T FORGET the Time that really matters.

Practically, this means, everything takes longer when moving overseas. This is because I am adjusting to a new culture, a new paradigm and way of life. And I am definitely navigating that in an open-ended way, unsure when each piece of my life will assume a ‘new normal’. 

There are specific things that take longer here, in this part of the world, my new home

Like cooking'…just about everything.  For example, when making chocolate chip cookies I have to allow that extra time to chop up the chocolate because I can’t get chocolate chips here.  Sometimes I might have some stashed in the freezer that have come over in a care package {hint, hint;}, but still, I use those sparingly.

Then, there’s something like laundry.  First, washing machines just take longer to work.  I can run a fairly good cycle in about one hour, which is better than most European machines.  But, the best cycle is about 1.5 hours.  Then, when the wash is done, as much as is possible, it is usually hung out to dry on drying racks.  This is something I actually am thankful I can do and am glad that much of the year it is my best option.  Clothes last longer and for me, I think of my Mama whenever I’m hanging clothes out, because as much as she could, this is what she did.  BUT, all of this means more time to wash and dry and usually some kind of laundry needs to be done daily to keep up with it.  And, I haven’t even added a newborn with his loads of laundry, yetWinking smile

But even as I write this, there is some perspective that I want to make clear.  I live in a major metropolitan city and have access to far more ingredients for cooking just about anything I want, even if it’s from scratch.  I suffer from little lacks like Pillsbury crescent rolls for those oh-so-many quick & good recipes.  BUT, I am STILL able to access many times more than MANY parts of the world can and MUCH MORE than so many missionaries could here 20 or 30 years ago.

However, the area that is the hardest is relationships.  I could lament for hours, if I let myself, over the countless ‘goodbyes’ and leaving of dear friendships that have been built over my life.  Each is a gift and forever will be, but, I am separated from all of these by thousands of miles.  And, more, I am called to live HERE.  This means new relationships in a new culture amidst juggling all of the regular stuff that takes more time.  Oh, and then there is the baby.

This sweet son who will make his entrance into the world in a month or so, grew in my heart before he grew in me.  I am so thankful and blessed to be walking through my third healthy pregnancy and shame on me if I take that for granted ONE. SECOND.  It is pure gift.

On the other hand, if I can even call it that, the timing of having him now is delaying a lot of adjusting for me and a lot of relationship building.  So, what do I do with that?

I cry.  Not really, but sort of, deep inside and I lay it all before the One who knows and who is the Blessed Controller of my life.  His timing is perfect and He is working from the only Time that matters…Eternity.

I can always find joy in Him, in nurturing my marriage and the two children outside of me and the one inside a little longer.   And I can learn patience as one of the deepest and hardest fought lessons is all the more woven into my life through this overseas adjustment.

And so there is struggle but more, there is peace as I watch Him do His work in gently weaving and creating that beautiful tapestry in His impeccable timing.  He knows the end from the beginning and I can trust Him for all I do not yet see or must wait to see.

Where, oh where, would I be without that??

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