I’m convinced if we look for it, there’s a wise lesson to be learned in every word we utter and in every circumstance we find ourself in. Even the bittersweet ones.
We moved our son and daughter-in-law into their new home. About 4 months ago they got caught between houses and we invited them to stay with us for as long as they needed.
It was definitely a change for two people who have been living alone for the past 7 years. We kind of liked the empty-nest lifestyle.
During the time they were with us…
There was no running around the house in whatever we wanted wear.
No spontaneous dinner out—every night.
No more throwing clothes in the washer and waiting to run it the next day.
No more absolute privacy.
We missed the casual freedoms with which we’d become accustomed to with just us.
But I felt God telling me this time is a gift. A place to learn. To serve.
Our kids never complained about living in the small space upstairs however several times they mentioned they missed some things stored in their mini-warehouse. They had left most of their belongings there.
So when I asked the kids last week what all they needed to pack up here at the house to get ready for the move, they said they didn’t think it was much—they hadn’t brought much with them. Their minds were concentrating more on the things in storage as they grimaced at the chore of moving it.
I raised my eyebrows and thought, you have more here than you realize.
I didn’t recognize my own prophesy.
Hubby and I took turns watching baby Henderson while my son Aaron got all their paraphemalia stored in the mini-warehouse ready and our sweet Jamie worked packing up the things they had accumulated while living with us. When it seemed like the work was endless she made a profound statement and its truth struck a chord.
When we look at what we’re missing we don’t recognize all we have.
Oh mercy. Except for maybe, Jesus died for our sins, there is no greater truth.
We may not have been able to host a dinner party for 4 months,
but we had family laughter around the table every night at dinner.
The house was always a buzz with sweet voices.
Every day was like being on vacation with friends.
We watched first hand as our grandson took up space in Jamie’s belly.
We had the opportunity to witness what a godly daddy and mama our children would become.
And then, the whole first month of new life. With coos and cries, and sleepless nights all soothed by heaven’s sweet scent…mmm, there’s nothing better.
I can count blessing after blessing after blessing…
The time we had with our kids, here in our midst, far out weighed anything we might have missed.
I woke up Monday morning and the house was quiet. Just hubby and me.
But don’t the wisest lessons often come to us in the bittersweet of life?
Looking forward, pressing on and seeking God in every bump and twist in the road.