3.28.2008
Embarking
It is just beginning. We are 1 month from move in and I am a paradox of thoughts and emotions. I am excited mostly, at the prospects of living among a community of believers who can be as iron sharpening iron. We will share each other's burdens, rejoice together and enjoy the fullness of life together.
On the other hand, I am nervous and even a bit fearful. There are the those stares I et from people who think we're crazy for selling our home and buying a house with another couple- a couple we've only known for a year. I am nervous that our friends will be worn by living with three young boys- goodness knows they wear me out plenty of days. I am nervous that our home will become a place of tension and pent-up anxiety as opposed to the welcome relief that we all intend it to be. Mostly these fear occur in my weaker moments, and overall I am confident that we are in the midst of God's plan- not only for us but for others.
Imagine, just imagine the good that could be done for the needy of this world were others to pool their resources in an effort to increase a stranger as opposed to one's self. What if we used a raise or a bonus to buy a car for someone who needs it instead of buying a cruise or choosing the delux, ultra, extra package on everything we buy? What if? That's what we're going to find out. What if we gave up two of our five bedrooms to others who needed affordable housing? What if we housed people who couldn't pay us at all? What if?
The fears and doubts creep in again with regard to our boys- What if these others are a danger to them in some way?
But the reassurance is powerful. What if living in a home where outsiders are welcomed and loved shows our boys the love of Christ in a way that nothing else could? What if they grow up with a passion to serve human-kind in even more incredible ways? What if they learn all about other cultures and types of people at a young age, counteracting the biases and stereotypes that we inherit from media and family? What if...?
Lord, give me wisdom and patience. Help me to keep the eternal picture in mind and to cultivate the soil in our children's hearts so that healthy seeds of love and compassion will grow while unhealthy thorns find no home. Remind me daily that I am not in ultimate control. Our boys are Yours first, and I praise you for every day you give me with each one of them. Help us to show them You first above all else. Amen.
On the other hand, I am nervous and even a bit fearful. There are the those stares I et from people who think we're crazy for selling our home and buying a house with another couple- a couple we've only known for a year. I am nervous that our friends will be worn by living with three young boys- goodness knows they wear me out plenty of days. I am nervous that our home will become a place of tension and pent-up anxiety as opposed to the welcome relief that we all intend it to be. Mostly these fear occur in my weaker moments, and overall I am confident that we are in the midst of God's plan- not only for us but for others.
Imagine, just imagine the good that could be done for the needy of this world were others to pool their resources in an effort to increase a stranger as opposed to one's self. What if we used a raise or a bonus to buy a car for someone who needs it instead of buying a cruise or choosing the delux, ultra, extra package on everything we buy? What if? That's what we're going to find out. What if we gave up two of our five bedrooms to others who needed affordable housing? What if we housed people who couldn't pay us at all? What if?
The fears and doubts creep in again with regard to our boys- What if these others are a danger to them in some way?
But the reassurance is powerful. What if living in a home where outsiders are welcomed and loved shows our boys the love of Christ in a way that nothing else could? What if they grow up with a passion to serve human-kind in even more incredible ways? What if they learn all about other cultures and types of people at a young age, counteracting the biases and stereotypes that we inherit from media and family? What if...?
Lord, give me wisdom and patience. Help me to keep the eternal picture in mind and to cultivate the soil in our children's hearts so that healthy seeds of love and compassion will grow while unhealthy thorns find no home. Remind me daily that I am not in ultimate control. Our boys are Yours first, and I praise you for every day you give me with each one of them. Help us to show them You first above all else. Amen.
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