Things are starting to calm down a bit while at the same time pick up a bit.
We’re slowly starting to find our bearings in this town and are starting to get used to the way of life here (as much as you can in 3 weeks). While we are getting the hang of things we are also beginning to meet regularly as a team for prayer meetings. Next week we will begin to have daily prayer meetings, which I am excited about! We were given an anonymous gift that will allow us to purchase a keyboard so that I can now share the load with Dalton in leading some of our sets throughout the week. It will be so very good for my heart to be able to set my heart again in the place of devotion through the singing and praying of the Word. I have ached for it for some months now.
We have also begun language classes, which is both fun and daunting all at the same time. I am enjoying learning in a classroom type setting again but it also has been a very long time since I’ve been in this sort of learning context and the wheels of my brain are a bit tight and rusted. I’m being stretched. But it is an amazing experience to be able to sit in a classroom, learn some phrases, go out into the streets and begin to actually understand even just a little bit of the gibberish that has filled our ears over these last few weeks. We have a long way to go, but at least we’re having fun right now!
Our exciting purchase over the week was a DVD player. The boys are pretty excited about this. To “rent” movies here you actually have to buy them and the most common way to do that is to go to the markets and buy bootlegged copies. There were already a few movies left in our house from the previous tenants, one of those movies being “Bolt”. It’s Isaiah’s new favorite. He almost has it memorized, which I am aware that that fact reveals my poor parenting because I have allowed him to watch enough to have it practically memorized! But it’s a nice break when the day is feeling overwhelming.
I watched it the other day with Isaiah while he just cuddled in my lap (love those rare moments) and as we approached the end I began to feel this watery substance formulating around my eyes and then running down my cheeks. I was surprised. What was happening? Was I truly crying at a John Travolta and Miley Cyrus movie? Worse, an animated John Travolta and Miley Cyrus movie?! It was at that point that I realized how fragile and tender my heart was…or that I was becoming psychotic.
During the movie there is a point where Bolt the dog is realizing that his life is much different than it used to be and as he realizes that he also realizes that it will never be like it was ever again. His cat friend, “Mittens”, tries to help and encourage him by helping him adjust to this new way life. During this scene there is a song playing and the chorus goes a little something like this “There is no home like the one you got, ‘cause that home belongs to you.” I of course felt like I could really relate to this made up talking dog at this point. But there’s just something about it that just wasn’t quite satisfying that need for musical articulation of my current emotional state. And I decided that what bothered me was the line “…’Cause that home belongs to you”.
You see, nothing really belongs to me here, at least not a home and I don’t really expect to ever own while we’re on this earth. But then I got to thinking…nothing in this life truly belongs to us. I mean, we’ve been given things for a time, entrusted with relationships like spouses and children, but even they are only “ours” temporarily. But what does actually, truly belong to us…for keeps
Here’s where I started to like the song…the city of (the new) Jerusalem that will come down from the sky with the Man that will be sitting and ruling the nations with His iron scepter from His throne on Mt. Zion…that place, that place is mine…for keeps! So while I may, for the rest of my time here on earth, jump from house to house that is never my own, gain things only to lose them a few months or a few years later, there is coming a day when I will know what the rest of my life looks like and it will be all satisfying, full of pleasures and treasures and joy that will never ever be taken away from me…not ever!
So, I may not have a home that belongs to me…but I think I’m ok with that. Sure, I have my moments of discomfort where I throw temper tantrums like my 3 year old because I just want to have “a normal life”…but those are the times that I hope to lift my eyes up to that eternal hope that is coming for me and will keep me and satisfy me all the days of my life on this side of time and the next.
“It was by faith that Abraham obeyed when God called him to leave home and go to another land that God would give him as his inheritance. He went without knowing where he was going. And even when he reached the land God promised him, he lived there by faith—for he was like a foreigner, living in tents. And so did Isaac and Jacob, who inherited the same promise. Abraham was confidently looking forward to a city with eternal foundations, a city designed and built by God.” (Heb. 11:8-10)
I’m holding out for that city who’s Builder and Maker is God.