There is much that looks the same. The walls have not changed, the stove is still in place and the furnace is still running (for the middle of May, one would wish otherwise).
Packing boxes have taken over other parts of the house. My wife had planned on packing three boxes a day. I had planned on culling one bankers box a day. High hopes – so far we are coming close.
Which means the house, alongside those areas with a lived in look, also has a move out look. The exact date is yet to be determined. This is preparation time.
Waiting is not an easy task. Perhaps the primary task of waiting is to be still while continuing daily activities.
There is no reason to doubt the current direction – but seconds pass, then minutes and then days. And you are left with naked hope and a calling that is audible but the sender is unseen. Sounds like a definition of faith.
Perhaps, as one recent author has stated, we need to replace the word faith with trust. When I lean into the future, I trust that I am protected and directed. When I see an unexpected event sweep away “my” plans, I trust in God’s plans. When I hear nagging voices harshly criticize my impossible adventure, I trust in God to fulfill what he has spoken.
And so today, I begin, reminded to “Be still, and know that I am God.”