Over the last year, we moved from Europe to Florida, said goodbye to dear friends and set out to make new ones, traveled all the way across the states with a toddler, battled jet-lag, teething, and our own selfishness, and went on a church hunt for the fourth time in eight years. We also became homeowners again, and I'd forgotten how stressful it is to be solely responsible for all of the things that go wrong with property. Kudos to all of those landlords out there - it is not for me.
In all of this transition, there's one word that seems to come around again and again for me: sorting. We've been sorting through our lives for a year. Separating the important things from the unimportant, the meaningful from the unneccesary, the true from the false, the holy from the unholy. We've packed boxes, made countless trips to thrift stores, sold things can no longer use or store, put away baby items that my growing-way-too-fast toddler doesn't need anymore, and tried to put our beautiful filing cabinets to good use. But we've also sorted through some of the internal chaos and noise in our lives, endeavoring to get to a more peaceful place. We've addressed the need for boundaries in social media, taken a close look at what entertainment fills our home and minds, drawn lines around family time together, and considered how to serve in our church and community without violating the balance we so desire. It hasn't been simple or pain-free; there have been tears, words spoken in anger and frustration, and desperate prayers for strength and clarity.
This morning, I read something that resonates with this theme of sorting through life this year:
And so my prayer for 2016 will be to continue this task of sorting through life, to have a fuller understanding of the wisdom from above, and to rejoice that we don't do any of this without the strength of the Lord. And maybe that I can be a more committed blogger.